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A Naked Woman

By: Paul44



Part 1 

I watched your house from the window and lusted to see you. My house was at the end of a cul-de-sac that perched on a ridge that overlooked the houses that lay below. Behind me lay the green meadows of farmland and before me the sprawl of urban life. I lived in a Gothic monstrosity of a house that had been built more than one hundred and fifty years ago. A house that now would be considered something either to be pulled down or renovated to a more modern monstrosity.

I had lived here for all my life and I had watched as the houses had moved closer to me each year. Last to be built was your house and I had seen you walk into the house only recently. I had been attracted to you almost instantly and I wondered how I could introduce myself and seduce you.

I had noticed that you seemed to go for a walk in the woods behind the ridge each evening and this day I intended to meet you. Soon I thought, soon we shall meet and I felt that sensation that happens in the pit of your stomach when you are nervous of what lies ahead. Then your door swung open and you walked out in your shorts and shirt.

Seeing this I arose and exited through the back door. I walked slowly waiting for you to come along and I wondered what I would say. Yet as I waited there was no sight of you and I began to retrace the path and walked towards where I thought you could be. I sweated profusely in the hot, humid air. As I walked I noticed that the ground was dipping and folding hiding the path from the view of others.

I rounded the corner and you came around the corner at the same time. My mouth dropped as I saw you. You were naked and carried your clothes in your hand. I almost turned and ran but continued to walk to you. You slowed and I saw you gulp but then there was a smile as you continued to walk towards me.

“Good afternoon lovely time for a walk," how trite that sounded and I wondered what you would say.

You smiled and spoke, even your voice was as arousing as your body. I admired your curves how gloriously sexy you were. I felt a stirring in my cock and I licked my lips and wanted to touch them to your breasts, to feel your nipples hard between my teeth and to feel my groin grinding against your hips. I tore my mind away from your body reluctantly as you talked.

How best to describe you, your legs were muscled and led to flaring hips that were womanly. I saw the smooth shaven pussy and lips that protruded slightly. Your breasts were the perfect shape and size to take in my hand to caress and arouse. Your face shone with beauty and intelligence and your hair was meant to be combed by my fingers. You smiled and spoke. 

"Yes it is a lovely evening. I find the evening air so invigorating don't you?"

"Yes I do, can I join you. My name is Paul."

You laughed delightfully and spoke again," I would love your company. I am Karen but if you walk with me you must be naked like me. I think it is only fair don't you?"

I thought about the request for barely a minute and nodded my head. With the decision made I slipped my shorts off my body and pulled my t-shirt across my head. Since I had not worn underwear I was naked before you. I hoped that I aroused you as much as you aroused me. I knew that I had weight about my waist but thought of myself as reasonable in looks. I had no tan lines for I sunned and swam naked next to the pool. I saw you run your eyes across my body.

"Well that is nice, let's walk on shall we."

With that you continued to walk and I joined you. As we walked you spoke. I must say that my eyes feasted upon your form and it was only as we walked along that lonely path that I began to concentrate on what you were asking.

"So do you live near here?I have to say I have not seen you around."

"I live in the old mansion at the top of the hill here."

"You do I thought it was full of monsters and weirdos instead of an attractive man. Do you live alone it seems such a big place?"

"Yes I live alone I have a cleaner that comes over twice a week and a gardener once a week. I also own this hill and the valley to the next ridge.”

"It must be so wonderful to live in that house."

"Sometimes though I find it lonely sometimes."

You looked at me and smiled at me. As we passed along the path I stole a glance to your body and grew aroused. Indeed my cock grew hard and I tried to cover it with my hand but could do little and I saw you look at my erection and lick your lips. We came to a turn-off that I knew that along the hidden path lay a place of beauty and I wanted to share this place with you.

"Come with me I know of a place where you may enjoy."

"Lead on I hope that this place is as lovely as you promise."

I lifted the branch of a bush and ushered you along the pathway that led downwards to a shadowed alcove that opened upon a marbled pond that was deep and glistened blackly in the shadow. About us were the trees rustling in a slight breeze.

You turned to me and moved closer, you reached up and our lips touched. I felt my cock touch your hip and I embraced you enfolding you in my arms and you kissed me passionately again. The air about us was warm not only with the passion that flowed with us. Our hands stroked our tense and lustful bodies, I caressed your breasts with my hungry fingers and your legs opened. I felt one leg wrap about mine and I felt your fingers guide my cock to your pussy.

That pussy that was wet and I loved how your pussy was smooth and so attractive in its nudity. I felt my cock slide past the lips to your wet nether mouth. The head pushing aside the curtains of your hot flesh. I pushed you against a marble pillar and thrust hard and deeply into your pussy. You cried with the pleasure of the thrust and I groaned my pleasure into your ear.

I licked at those pieces of your flesh I could reach and my cock thrust in and out of you with a passionate frenzy that took us in this place. If you could have looked into the pond you would have seen our reflections, the mirror of our bodies thrusting against each other, of my cock slipping in and out of you, my lips kissing and nibbling at your erect nipples. 

I felt my cock caressed by the muscles of your pussy, you seemed to pulse along the hard flesh and suck me into you. Your nipples pressed hard into my chest and our tongues danced in your mouth. You clawed at my back and I felt cum slide down my leg as your pussy spasmed and quickened with our fucking. I thrust harder enjoying the taste of your pleasure on my skin.

My cock pulsed in time with yours and my balls tightened. I felt the cum rush through the length of my cock and shoot deep into your pussy. I felt my cock drive into you until I could push into you no more. I groaned my pleasure deeply to you. Then as I felt my cock spill my seed deep in you I could feel your pussy pulsate and orgasm meet mine.

We fell to the ground and my cock slipped from you softening already. I felt your fingers on my chin and you looked deeply into my eyes.

"Well I needed that and thankyou kind sir. Yes I think you are right in that this is a special place." Then you smiled and kissed me again softly and gently this time. As you did so you took my limp cock in your hand and ruffled the hair about it.

"I want you to shave around your cock I prefer my men that way and I want you to show me your house tomorrow."

You kissed me again and then left me rustling through the trees and leaving me on my knees dazed after the pleasure we had shared.

Part 2

I found that I could barely concentrate on the day after meeting you. The mere sound of your name seemed to make me feel your lips on mine, the feel of your body pressed against mine as I thrust my cock deep into your pussy.

One thing I did as you requested I shaved my cock and balls clean. The skin was itchy after the hair was removed but also it made it more sensitive. I found myself touching my cock and had it not been for the fact you would be with me soon I only just stopped from stroking my cock until I came.

I prepared and waited, the day was like the one before warm, it was warm and sultry almost filled with water. I did not dress but waited naked for you, waited for the time we could spend together. Unlike most days I noticed that you had not left for whatever work you must do but seemed to wait in the house. 

The door opened and you left clothed in a one-piece black swim suit that clung to that sexy body that I knew you possessed. Draped across your shoulder was a towel. As you closed the door my heart was thumping loudly as I walked naked to the back gate and entered the path behind the house. I walked towards you.

Eternity seemed to pass and I saw you again turn the corner. As before you were naked and held your clothing in your bag. You smiled broadly at me and I could see you run an eye along my body.

"Hello Paul glad to see that you have taken my advice." As you talked to me your hand snaked out and brushed gently my cock and balls feeling the smoothness and drawing my cock to a semi-erection. You smiled mischievously at me as you watched my reaction to me.

Hello Karen, yes I did, I have to say it itches but the merest touch on it is so arousing." I squeaked more than talked as your hand touched me again and my erection grew to its full-length.

"Yes I can see that." There was laughter in your voice but also lust in your eye.

"Perhaps I should do something about that."

As you said this you dropped to your knees and there on the path I felt your lips wrap about my cock's head. Your tongue slid over the head of my cock and under the ridge of the hard meaty arrow. I looked down and saw the hollowed cheeks as you sucked on my cock gently. The lips pursed seemed to meld with my hard flesh that you drew into your mouth. You held it there and caressed me with your tongue which drew a groan of delight from me.

"Karen!!You are so beautiful. Ohhh I am almost ready to cum."

Your head bobbed up and down as I talked. I saw my cock thrusting in and out of your mouth. The lips sliding over the ridges of skin and drawing me further into your mouth and the pleasure that you were bringing me. The blood pulsing through the flesh was noticeable as your lips squeezed and manipulated my flesh. 

My balls tightened and I felt the rush of cum through my cock as it spurted into your mouth. As it did so you sucked hard to draw my cum into your mouth and drain me of my hot creamy seed. I felt more than saw your throat swallowing the spurting cum from my cock. 

Unable to cum more my cock softened and slipped from your lips. I could see a droplet of cum slip from your lips which you picked up with fingers and licked with your tongue. I helped you to your knees and you kissed me on my lips. I could taste my cum on your lips as I thrust my tongue into your mouth.

"I always think that it is better to talk when a man doesn't think with his cock, don't you Paul."

As before you were laughing but it was a gentle mockery and I felt so sated and content after your relief of my lust.

"Thankyou that was wonderful."

"You are so polite.Well you can thank me by showing me that wonderful house over there." 

Taking you by the hand I led you to the back gate and the vine covered wall and opened the entrance into the grounds of my house. As you looked into the gardens I could hear you gasp in surprise and delight.

To be Continued 

A Naked Woman Ch. 02



You looked at what could be considered a mansion. Later as we grew to know each other you would tell me that you would look up at the house from below and though you saw a large house of two stories it was only up close that the house took on its proper character. 

The grounds had an abundance of green lawn and manicured flowerbeds and you could make out a large swimming pool and the deck chairs and umbrella. Yet it was the Gothic building that seemed to have a brooding presence that dominated everything. Its red brick mixed with ivy that covered the sculptured balconies.

You turned to me and spoke, "Paul I think that you must be the luckiest man in the world to be able to live in something like this."

I watched your wonderful body as you spoke, the curve of your ass and hip sending thrills of arousal through my body and my cum depleted cock that was beginning to stir. How I wanted you and I could feel my cock again growing engorged with blood and becoming half-erect. I wanted more of your body and that fantastic lovemaking we had enjoyed. I wanted to take you to bed and pleasure you and continue until you could take no more. 

Then you walked and then skipped to the pool and with a running dive slipped beneath the cool water with barely a splash. 

Quickly I followed you into the water and sped towards you, my arms sweeping through the air and water. We arose together and our arms wrapped about each other's wet naked bodies. Our lips locked and we kissed passionately, our hands caressed each other and I felt your fingers take my cock between them. Pulling away from my lips and with that lovely smile on your lips you spoke again a husky growl that excited me. 

"Hmmm you are still aroused my darling, well let me tell you that I want you too."

My darling, those words thrilled and aroused me as skillfully as your fingers, how my heart rejoiced to hear you say that and I felt your legs wrap about my waist and your bald pussy press against my cock. 

"My lovely Karen how I want you, I want you my darling. I want to explore you fully and learn what you are like inside and out."

I saw your eyes flame with passion and need, again our lips met and our tongues massaged each others. Holding me still by my cock you led me out of the pool and towards the chairs. I was your slave as you led me by my cock. I throbbed between your fingers and touched your naked body. I wanted to devour you completely. You released me and lay down in the sun lounge; you raised your hands above your head and opened your legs fully allowing me to see your naked engorged open pussylips. Vulnerable and open you looked at me standing above you. I knelt beside you and softly kissed your lips at your mouth as mu hands slid up and down your voluptuous body.

"Take me Paul, bring me pleasure. I want to cum again and again." you whispered to me, your sexy voice arousing me more. 

You did not need to give me any explanation of what you wished and I began to kiss your sexy body as my hands touched you between your legs and at your breasts. I felt my cock grow harder, if that was possible and I nibbled and caressed your tanned neck and shoulders. The curves led me to your breasts and I found your nipples. I allowed my lips to gently nuzzle them and then taking the rapidly rising flesh I gently bit at them pulling them out to their fully aroused state. The hard flesh rested against my tongue as I pinched and twirled the other one. As I caressed you I felt your hand stroking along my cock and it was driving my wild with passion.

I heard your groans and I saw you toss your head back wards and for wards with desire and abandon.My fingers slid along your smooth skin until they grazed your pussy and I felt the juice flowing from your pussy. I wanted to thrust my cock into you then and there but I also wanted to give you a pleasure that was unimaginable and would make you pant further with the sexual heat that we were creating, so I held back from plunging my hard cock into your pussy. My lips left your breasts and followed your curves ever downwards towards your hot, wet pussy. I licked over your curved hips and wandered towards the soft curve of your pubis.

I could see your lips glistening with juice and I smelt that lovely musky smell of a woman's arousal. Soon, Oh so soon, my face was above your open lips. I rested my lips on the crinkled inner lips and I licked you with small touches of my tongue on the ridges and valleys of your flesh. I saw from the corner of my eye you pinching and pulling at your nipples and you rocked your head backwards and forwards as the pleasure of your pussy flooded through you. Your juice flowed into my mouth and I opened your lips with my tongue as I thrust it into your pussy

Your back arched and you called out your fervor. 

"Yessssss!!!!!, lick me. Fuck me, take me, Lick my clittttt!!!!!"

I felt you push your pussy into my face and I licked at your hot passage with enthusiasm. I lapped up your juices and licked along the pulsing flesh. With my fingers I opened your pussylips and explored as I licked up to the top of the lips and found what I was seeking.

With a single touch your pussy exploded with cum and juice as your hands pressed my head against the hard nub of your clit. I lapped and licked at this piece of hot flesh. I delighted with the feel of your pussy pulsing and leaking the precious ichor of cum that I could drink and I delighted in its taste and feel as it slipped down my throat. I could feel your cuming and it would not stop as I thrust my tongue in, around and onto your clit. 

"Ohhhh Goddd Paul don't stop. Yes don't stop!!!!"

"Tooo much!!!! Too Much!!! I'mmmmmmm cumminggggg!!!!!!"

As you spoke this you pushed me away and flopped back into the lounge. You panted and gasped as you recovered from the intense feeling that had flooded through your body. As you did so you smiled at me, you looked tired but your eyes shone with your passion. Idly you took my hard cock into your hand and rubbed the head of it, then lifted the finger to your mouth and sucked the precum from the flesh of your finger.

"My, you are such a lovely attentive lover Paul. I came so much but I think I need to help you relieve yourself." I felt more than heard you purring as you pulled me onto you.

I gathered you firmly into my arms and felt your body mold to mine. I kissed your lips and as I broke the grip I spoke, "Oh my Lovely Woman, you taste so lovely I wanted to devour you and give you orgasms always."

As I spoke you twisted from my embrace and turned onto your front and knelt with your ass cheeks facing me. I touched the fleshy cheeks and enjoyed the feel of them against my hands. I could see the camel toes of your pussy and they dripped with juice and I remembered the taste of you and hungered more of that taste. You opened your legs and I could see the wet lips open as you drew them back using your fingers. I knew that you were ready for me and you called softly to me.

"Put your cock into me Paul. Fuck me hard my love."

I needed no further invitation as I stood behind you and with my cock in my hand I guided my cock to your lips. I rubbed my cock up and down the swollen fleshy lips and suddenly pushed my cock deep into you. As I did so you pushed back against me and I could feel your hot flesh embrace the rigid flesh holding me. Almost i came with that thrust but stopped myself. Your pussy felt as though it was sucking my flesh into you. I rested allowing the intense need blunt a little and then slowly pulled out. I could hear you speaking as I moved in and out of you.

"Yes I can feel your cock sliding into me. Ohhhh Ngggggn you fill me up and it is so lovely.Oh slowly my love, slowlyyyyyy!!!!! . Can you feel me grip you? Oh you have the cock of a devil!!!!!! Yess slower I want to feel every bit of you pushing into me." 

As you talked I pushed into you slowly as you asked. I wanted to thrust into you hard and fast but more I wanted to feel your pleasure flow back into me as you came. I draped my body over yours and pulled on your nipples with my fingers. I bit and nibbled at your sensitive ears and the nape of your neck. I milked them and I felt the hard nipples between my fingers respond and shiver. I slipped back and almost left you only to again push slowly into you. I was slowly being driven crazy with my lust as I pushed into you. Grunting and groaning erupted as I would thrust into you. Slowly at first my rhythm changed as I started to thrust faster in and out of your pussy.

"Nnnnnggg, yes, yes fuck me, I can feel you so deep in me!!!! Harder damn you!!!! I want to feel you pound your cock hard into me. Deeper I want you in so deep Paul. Fuckkkk Meeeeee!!!!!!!!"

My sweat ran like rivulets down my body onto you as I thrust my cock in and out of you like the piston it was, I was stoking the hot furnace of your pussy and you ground back against my hard thrusting groaning and I felt your fingers rubbing with manic desire at your clit. Thrusting into you from behind meant I thrust deeply into your body and I loved the feel of your tight pussy about it. I growled in my throat as I thrust into you and ground my hips against yours. I tried to think of anything else to stop me from cuming too quickly but I could feel my cock growing tighter ready to shoot my cum into you.

"Ohhhh yes I'm cumingggg!!!!"

As you screamed out these words I could feel your pussy pulse and cum over my cock. The feel of your pussy muscles gripping and releasing my hard flesh made my balls contract in ecstasy and I groaned loudly with pleasure as I came. Cum shot through the rigid rod of my cock and into you sending shock waves of intense pleasure through my body. I felt your pussy muscles milk my cock of cum and I thrust it harder against your body feeling spurt after spurt of thick creamy cum shoot into you. 

Then I had no more to offer you and my cock softened and slipped from your engorged wet pussy. I continued to caress the back of your neck and shoulders. Lazily we lay on the lounge together our bodies resting against each other and allowed the warm sun to beat on our naked bodies. I continued to kiss your ears and neck as I held your breasts cupped in my hands and enjoyed the touch of your hips against my soft cum-covered cock.

"Mmmm, Paul that was lovely. I think we need a swim my love."you spoke softly and firmly. 

We stood carefully embracing and still enjoying the feel of our naked bodies together and we walked into the pool joined at the hips. Slowly we continued to caress each other, not to arouse but to touch, to convince each other that we existed. The touch of the water to our flesh barely cooled our ardor. 

I rose from the pool after a time and toweled my body dry with a towel from those near the lounge and when you arose from the water I dried you caressing your body with my hands and mouth again through the cloth. 

Then I spoke," Would you like to see the rest of the house my dear."

"Of course I would Paul there is so much to see and do don't you think." 

To be continued...



A Naked Woman Ch. 03



The Story so far: The two have them have met and they are attracted to each other. He is showing her his house and after a swim they have entered the house.....

Part 4 

We entered my house and the light formed pools of light and shadow that would caress your body,that would expose and hide your wonderful body. Every now and again you would touch my arm or hand and it would send a thrill of arousal shooting through my body. My cock though emptied of cum throbbed and ached with unmet desire and passion. Each room seemed to send you into cries of delight as you would see something that I considered so ordinary. The objects seemed to be a something that you had never seen before. Through your joy I found myself responding to your enthusiasms.

"Paul this is so lovely. You are so lucky to live in a place like this,"you trilled with pleasure.

As you spoke I found courage to ask you a question that was in my mind since we had stepped in from the pool. I gulped and spoke.

“Could I take you out to dinner," I sounded so young and unsure of myself.

You turned quickly to me and flew into my arms your body naked and warm I held you to me. You kissed me and smiled into my face as you spoke you positively glowed," Of course I will go out with you. Do you mean clothed or will I come here to you naked."

"No clothed, I want to show you off with me."

"Oh Paul you are so priceless, so where will we go."

"My secret my love ," and with that though you tried to seduce the answer from me. You almost slid over to me that incredibly arousing smile etched on your face. As you came to me I could feel your hand reach down and fingers slip along the soft shaft of my cock.

"Oh please tell me, Paul. Tell me, that must feel nice." I gulped as you stroked my flaccid cock that was growing harder with each touch.

I do not know where I gained the strength but I was able to shake my head and with that you kissed me quickly and with a wicked smile on your face you left for the door. 

"Well it was worth a try, so when will we go out?"

"Tomorrow night at seven I will pick you up at your house." Somehow I was able to croak out the words that seemed to take such an effort. We reached the front door and I realised that you were going to leave my house naked. You opened the door and turned back to me your body framed by the sun that glowed golden on your skin. 

My cock already half-aroused rose further with the sight and you took in your hands again. As you held it throbbing in your hand you kissed my lips and spoke lightly.

"Okay till tomorrow night my love but no masturbating. I want you ready for my needs my lovely man. I love the sight of your hard cock and I want it hard whenever we are together."

Before I could say anything more you were walking down the stairs and along my gravel path out onto the road and to your house which was so near to mine. As you walked away I admired the grace and the sheer sensuality as your ass cheeks rolled with your stride. My cock grew hard and I held it and I wanted to masturbate and relieve the pressure that I felt in it but I did not. It was only after you had left my sight that I closed the door and ran to a cold shower to ease my tortured flesh.

How the time seemed to drag as I waited for the next day and then the night. No matter what I did I could not keep my mind from thinking of you. I could almost feel your body rubbing against me. So it was no surprise that it was with relief that I began to prepare myself tonight.

After such a long time that it seemed an eternity that the I was surprised to find that it was time to go and I found myself leaving the car, walking to your door and ringing the bell. When you opened the door I was open-mouthed to see you, you were truly beautiful and my cock quickly twitched with desire.

You stood before me your hair pinned into a loose bun behind your head; you were dressed in a tight mid-thigh length black dress that hugged those delightful curves of your body. Your legs were encased in sheer black stockings and the way the dress was cut left your breasts partly exposed and pushed towards me. More the cloth was sheer and I could make out the curve of your naked breast beneath the black cloth. Covering them was a short jacket that ended at your waist. 

Dumbfound I handed you the single red rose I held and you smiled a dazzling smile at me as you took the bloom. 

"Thankyou Paul what a delightful thought," then you asked in a husky, sexy voice,” What do you think of my dress?"

"Too beautiful for mere words but then so are you."

"Oh Paul you are too good to be true, mmm perhaps this will give you food for thought."

With this statement you turned around and raised the hem of your skirt and exposed your naked ass to me. The sight of your golden body made my cock harden and I wanted to rip your clothing from your body and fuck you hard here and now. Satisfied with my reaction to the sight of your curves you smoothed your skirt down and you leant up to my face and kissed me gently on the cheek while all the time you were rubbing the hardening flesh in my trousers.

"My what is this? I do think you are getting aroused my lovely man." You giggled at my discomfort and held your body closer to me. I growled my passion at you and you danced away from me and grabbed a small black bag. 

"Time to go my love."

Gathering my thoughts we left for the car and you eased yourself into the leather seat giving me a view of the lovely legs that you had and the top of your stockings that led to your naked pussy. I struggled into the car my cock hard and straining against the cloth that held it. I drove thinking of you to the restaurant.

I drove along the road and tried to concentrate on my driving something that was extremely difficult as you slid on the chair allowing your dress to hike up your legs exposing your bald pussy. You had pulled up your skirt as we had driven off and had begun to pinch your nipples through the sheer fabric of your dress. Another hand had slipped between your open legs and I had seen the slight sheen of moisture on your engorged lips. 

Looking over at me as we had stopped at a set of traffic lights you had slipped a juice covered finger between my lips and I sucked on it voraciously tasting your delightful juices. My cock strained at my trousers and felt precum at its head. Like you I had not worn underwear and the aroused cock head was rubbed by the cloth of my trousers almost giving me pleasure but it was giving me even more frustration.

A deep groan shook your body as you thrust a finger deep into your pussy. I could see your movement as you parted your lips, began to touch the hard nub of your clit and massaged the tender flesh. As you did so I saw the you shaking your head back and forth as you lost yourself in your pleasure. 

"Oh yesss, oh fuckkkkk," I heard you whisper as I realised that you were cuming on the finger that thrust quickly between your swollen lips. Taking some deep breaths you looked over to me and smiled lazily.

"That was so wonderful Paul; I wish you could have joined me. I would love to see you jerk off. You look so lovely when you cum. Still that is for later." I could barely answer, I was in agony with desire, my cock felt as though it was burning through the cloth of my trousers.

As we drove you began to talk.

"I really wanted to meet you Paul, you were that recluse on the hill, such a romantic object to desire. When I realised that you were looking at me and that you walked each evening I planned our meeting waiting for you to come on me naked.You have such a delicious sense of the wicked and I am so pleased being with you. I hope you don't mind my little deceit."

I heard the pleading in your voice as you told me this and it brought a smile to my face as I answered."Of course I don't mind. How would I have met such a beautiful woman and we have so much fun together. I trust you and that is something I rarely do my love." 

As I said this I pulled into a graveled driveway and sped to an old house, in front of which I drew up the car. As soon as I stopped the car two green liveried servants were beside the car and were opening the doors for us so we could step onto the path to the marble stairs. Quickly they greeted us and ushered us to through the glass doors and into a nineteenth century hall and the reception desk.

"Good Evening Sir, you have a reservation. Of course Mr C____ your room is ready and dinner awaits sir. Would you like a drink in the saloon?”

Taking the hint we moved to a wood paneled bar and gathered two drinks. Walking to the balcony we drew out two well appointed chairs and looked out on the well-manicured lawns. As we looked to the trees along the horizon the sun began to tint the few clouds into brilliant pinks and oranges.

"This is beautiful Paul but did I hear the manager say a room is ready." I heard you purr with delight as we watched the view and I cradled your head against my shoulder.

"Yes I want us to stay the night. I want to go to sleep with you and wake in your arms. I brought a few things for the night. Please say you will stay tonight."

"Mmmm of course I will my beautiful man," you purred like a contented cat into my ear, as you did so you caressed my cock through the thin cloth that covered it. You felt it grew larger with your gentle caresses.

"This place is wonderful. I think I will be having cream tonight,” you chuckled as my cock grew harder and you licked your lips sensually. A sound made me look around and another green liveried servant advised that our table was ready for dinner. Rising from our comfortable rest we walked to a massive dining room and a table looking out on the lawns and the balcony that circled the house.

Quickly I gave our order and we enjoyed a wine as we waited for the food to appear. As I looked into the crimson of the wine I began to tell you about the house when the food finally appeared I continued my dissertation. 

"The house was built in the 1850's by one of the great shipping magnates. It was and still is a wonderful work of architecture. During the depression the family fell on bad times and they sold the house to a hotel chain that created this boutique guest house."

As I spoke and we ate you smiled softly at me and devoured me with your gaze. I felt a soft pressure at my groin and looking down I found your stockinged foot between my legs and massaging my cock. As I looked at you allowed your jacket to open a little and I could make out through the cloth of your dress your nipples, darker than the skin of the breasts. I remembered those brown coins that I knew I would taste with my tongue.

My mouth dried and I could not draw my eyes away from you as surreptitiously you pinched your nipples making them stand out. Your tongue slipped between your lips and licked about your scarlet painted lips and my cock grew harder if that was possible. I saw you drop your napkin and you slid under the table the long white tablecloth hiding you from the view of the others. 

Suddenly I felt your fingers pulling the zipper of my trousers down. My fully erect cock was pulled into your hands and you began to stroke it. You pulled open my belt and pulled my trousers away from my groin and cupped my balls gently squeezing them as you caressed me. A hand gripped the shaft of my cock firmly and I felt my blood pulse through the constricted flesh. 

As you gently touched my hard cock I could hear your voice softly float to my ears,” Paul you are so hard. I love the way your blood seems to go through my hand. Do you know that you smell so manly?"

I groaned as your finger stroked beneath the head and along the slit of my cock,"You seem to be so aroused Paul. You must be in such need my lovely man. Perhaps we need to go to our room."

With that you zipped my fly up and I groaned. I needed you, I needed to cum in you! I needed to ram my cock into your pussy and hear you screaming in my ear as you came. I growled with frustration as I adjusted my clothing. I could barely do up my trousers, my cock was so hard and I would burst soon if I did not cum. I could barely remember even standing and somehow we climbed the stairs. The merest touch of you was agonising. 

We made it to the room and opened the door. Then I could no longer control myself. I seized you and pushed you towards the bed aggressively, this was to be no lovemaking but a relief of my physical need. I pushed you face down in the bed and pulled the cloth up covering your pussy and ass. Your golden flesh was a delight as I touched the sexy curves of your ass cheeks.

My cock was now exposed and my trousers around my knees as I found your juicy engorged pussy. With only animal instinct I thrust my cock deep into you and was greeted by your lustful grunt of pleasure. I again rammed my cock into you with deep powerful strokes and you grasped the crimson silk bed covering. I cried with the pleasure of my quick deep thrusts.

"Goddd!!! I feel you gripping my cock, oh yes I wont be long. You’re so beautiful!!" I screamed in pleasure.

Then there was no words but the sheer animal grunts and groans two people fucking hard and strongly. Two people enjoying the release of the needs and passions that we needed and felt. I could feel the juice flow around my cock and out along our thighs. I heard the rasping breathing as you came and I thrust into you trying to punish your pussy for denying me for such a long time. 

Then I cried in triumph into the air as my balls tightened and cum shot through the fleshy spear of my cock into your pussy. I came deep in you grinding, I thrust and we milked my cum from my cock that was in your pussy. Then I finished, my cock shrunk and I pulled away from you with my body lethargic. 

Tired I pulled my clothes from my body allowing them to fall to the floor. As I removed my clothes I saw you pull your dress from your body cum leaking from your pussy and the black dress joined my clothes on the floor. You rose from the bed and joined me and kissed my lips gently. With a wry smile on your face you looked at me and ran your hand over my cock and ass.

"I think that next time we might take some more time, don't you." Your laughter filled the room as naked you opened the French doors and walked out onto the balcony. As ever I followed you into the night.

To be continued 



A Naked Woman Ch. 04



The story so far: After a lovely dinner we depart to our bedroom and lose ourselves in a love-making that seems never to end.

The full moon painted the world with its silver light. You stood before me naked and resting your elbows on the marbled rails and looked out into the darkness. I admired your full sexy buttocks, your breasts swinging and grazing the cool surface you rested against. I licked my lips at the sight the moonlight showed and hid from me. I came up behind you and hugged you from behind, my body melded itself around your shadowed curves. I could feel your ass cheeks rub back and forth along my cock that became quickly aroused.

"How are you feeling my love," you spoke softly to me. It was more a purr than question and I kissed you gently on the nape of your neck.

My hands reached around your body and I caressed your breasts. My fingers twisted and tweaked your nipples that were still hard and sensitive to touch. You groaned and pressed your soft ass cheeks against my hard cock and opened your legs. How easily you excited me and how easily my cock slipped between your legs and into your engorged cum covered pussy. I bent you almost in half over the milky white balustrade. 

I felt your your fingers holding my cock to the entrance of your pussy and you breathlessly whispered to me.

"Fuck me hard, drive your cock deep into me, I need it."

I thrust and drove between your parted swollen lips and began the grinding rhythm fucking your tender enveloping flesh. Flesh that held and rippled under my assault. An assault that was as enjoyable for me as for you. Delighted groans came into your mouth with each thrust. 

"I'm cummminggggg!!"

The cry made me drive harder into you and I felt the sweat drip down my body onto your sensual body, a body that ground against me and tried to draw my cock deeper. I could feel your fingers twisting and turning about your clit bringing you greater pleasure and that pulsed through your pussy into me. This was too much for me.

Then I felt my balls tighten and I groaned loudly as cum rushed through my cock and shot deep into your pussy. I rammed my cock into you and ground hard against the dripping lips, lips that dripped of your cum and now my own. I felt the throbbing in my cock slow as I felt my cum slow and stop. Then my cock grew soft and slipped from you. You turned around and kissed me gently on my lips and rested against your bottom on the marble balustrade.

There was no pressure but I slipped to my knees before you. I knelt between your legs and gazed at your open groin. The thighs and lips gleaming silver under the moonlight, juice glistened on the bared lips. Parting your legs more I leant forward and licked cum from your crinkled, swollen lips. Sweet juice slipped down my throat and I licked long and deep into the open pussy I was worshiping.

Using my fingers I opened your lips even further and licked the cum from all the crevasses of your delicious flesh. Then the tip of my tongue touched your clit and your hands pulled sharply at my hair as I traced its shape. Juice continued to flow into my throat and I could feel the muscles of your pussy tremble and pulse as you came on my tongue. Once, then twice and then again. All the time you moaned and cried with the pleasure.

Then you pulled me away panting,"Too much Paul , oh you wonderful man I think I have cum at least five times. I feel all sticky and need a shower."

Holding your hand about my cock you led me to the bathroom. The night seemed to be made for our love-making and we wanted each other so much. 

The bathroom was in cool white marble and we organised the jets of water to pulse across our sweaty skin. Tired we did not make love but kissed and fondled each other. The touch of our bodies to each other, the caress of our fingers to skin was enough for now. It was as satisfying to make love with touch and lips. It was enough to be like this and we left the shower to dry each other. Wrapped in towels we rested in this marble clad room.

"Let me shave you Paul, I have never shaved a man before." I saw your eyes shining with joy as you made your request and I could not deny you anything.

I nodded my head and you lathered the brush from my shaving gear. You pushed me against the glass wall that enclosed us and I could see you kneel at my feet then I felt the brush glide across the stubble on my pubis. Then there was the scraping of the razor across my groin and around my balls cleaning the stubble away. Fingers followed the razor seeking to find any stubble left. You must have been finally satisfied for you then kissed the tip of my cock and stood.

I cleared my throat and spoke," My turn now." 

I again knelt before you and lathered the brush. I pushed you to near the taps and parted your lips gently, loving the sight and colour of the coral pink flesh that peeked from beneath the tanned lips and pubis. White spread as I lathered the area around the lips. The trust you expressed by allowing me to do this was inspiring. 

The razor slid across your tanned skin to create a road along the white foam and each stroke exposed the lovely smooth, soft skin below. Every now and again I would press to my lips gently to your skin to test the smoothness of my shaving. Satisfied the razor would move on and I would expose more skin. As to be expected I was careful along the crinkled crevasses of the lips and after allowing the water to wash away the soap I again allowed my tongue to play along them feeling for any hair I missed. Finding none I rose to take you in my arms and held you close to me and allowed the water to fall across us until we left the cubicle and dried each other again. Satisfied and without further needs we climbed naked into the bed and fell into exhausted sleep.

My dreams were of your sexy body next to mine and our limbs entwined. I awoke with the sun flowing through the open French doors and with your face between my legs taking my cock between your lips. I felt your tongue slide over and around my glans and stroking along the hard shaft. Your head darted up and down as I saw the shadows of the curtains blown into the room creating images on the walls. I held your head to my groin and sighed with deep passion.All too quickly I came, my cum shot between your sexy lips and I felt the gentle suction as you drank my cum. Finished you looked up into my delighted face and smiled at me.

"I thought I might have some cream to start my breakfast."

Rising you stood above me and knelt so that my head was between your legs. Needing no clue I pressed my mouth to your open lips and licked along them. Open and wet I dived deep between them with my tongue and reached to caress and massage your ass cheeks opening and closing them rhythmically. With a hand I pulled the lips apart and again found the treasure between them. 

I set to work and lathered your clit with my energetic tongue. Then I was feeling you stiffen as your body convulsed your cry told me that you came. Juice quickly spread over my tongue and across my chin. I licked and swallowed the musky liquid you gave me to drink. You rolled off me to lay beside me.

I raised myself onto an elbow and ran my fingers over your body. I traced your curves deliberately avoiding breasts and pussy. Your fingers traced delicate designs over my body which slowly excited me. 

"I love your body. You are so beautiful." I breathed at you as I kissed your lips.

"Mmmm that's nice," you said as you touched my half-erect cock with the tips of your fingers.

As you excited me I started to trace my fingers over your breasts enjoying their curves and watching as your nipples rose. Your fingers touched my nipples and sent a delightful message to my cock that was rising to your touch and the mere sight of your naked body. Slowly you stretched a leg across my body holding me down on the mattress. With that wicked smile adorning your face you lifted your body and slipped your pussy over my cock and pushed it against my groin. 

Reaching for you with my hands you grabbed them and pushed them to either side of my body until I was being crucified by your body. Your breath touched my cheek and I felt your pussy slide up and down my hard prone cock. Your lips were masturbating me and I felt your clit touch the shaft of my rod. Each movement left a trail of juice and as you gasped cum washed my flesh. We writhed on the cool white sheets but you gave me no way to thrust into you. 

"Hmmm, isn't that good Paul. Just let my lips excite you," you breathed huskily into my ear.

"Ohhh yesss,yes!"

You were cuming so regularly and easily and I was so near to shooting my load, yet the pressure was never enough and it was excruciating until finally you took pity on me and rubbed your lips ever harder into my cock and then my flesh erupted at the tip. Streams of cum pooled about my belly and in my belly button. Unable to give more I softened and you slipped to lie beside me and lovingly you wiped up the spilt cum with tissues. Finishing you rested beside me and we allowed the breeze to play across our bodies. 

"That was wonderful Paul. I don't know what we will do to beat this." There was a sadness in your voice that I could not understand.

"Oh, I have a lot of ideas that I would like to try with you,"I tried to be enthusiastic to your unhappiness. I continued,"I think this is merely the first of many times we will enjoy away and with each other."

In the quiet I spoke again,"Time for breakfast and then back home."

I saw your face fall with the thought of leaving this place but I whispered again of my for love and that seemed to make you happier. Rising like a naked Venus from the surf you walked to the cupboard and found the case inside. Then you picked out jeans and a t-shirt that clung to your body in the most arousing of ways. 

Rising from the bed I threw on some clothes and joined you. Opening the door I took your hand and we left for the meal downstairs our bodies humming with the delight of feeling well and truly fucked and with the joy of falling in love.

The story will be continued.



A Naked Woman Ch. 05



The story so far

The two lovers find that they are sharing more of their lives as time goes by after that first meeting. 

The punishing sun beat on us as I pushed back my sun glasses on my eyes and I admired your naked back and buttocks. I loved the way that the sun caught the oil and sweat on your skin and the way it shone a dull bronze. I loved the way your skin tasted and how it felt like spun silk felt when I touched it. The sight, touch and taste of you excited and aroused me. 

We lay there in the sun lazing on our couches and let the sun add on our tans as we lay beside the pool. The heat made us lazy and it was more than enough to oil ourselves and just allow ourselves a quick swim to cool down. I grew aroused as I watched you and I remembered how we had left the hotel a mere three days before and had enjoyed a time of learning of each others bodies. It was so easy to get hard looking at you and I touched my cock without a second thought. 

I seemed to feel your body beneath mine as I remembered out nights and days together. These summer holidays seemed to be a Paradise on Earth. A sensual and earthy fantasy that I hoped would never end. I enjoyed the feeling of the hot sun and air on my naked skin. It was so natural and sexual with us. In fact I felt strange to be clothed and to see your clothed. It seemed that we were naked always and I gloried in being that way with you. More I found that I was always half aroused or completely aroused. 

Already I felt my cock stir more as I looked at you. My hand cradled my cock and balls and stroked my hardened cock as I thought of what I wanted to do to you. I smiled as I watched you and wondered where we would make love today.

You pulled up your head from your book and looked at me and my semi-hard cock. Smiling you purred at me.

"Paul my love could I ask a favour of you?"

"If I can give you anything then you only have to ask."

How silly I sounded, how trite yet the thought of doing anything for you but it was enough to make me happy. I wanted to give you the world and please you in all ways. You looked at me hard and smiled that sexy little smile and talked to me with your seductive voice that left me weak in the knees.

"I want you to jerk off for me Paul. I want you to masturbate and cum for me. Will you do that, I want a man to cum because I ask him."

As you spoke you positioned your self between my legs and I could feel your breath on my thighs and on my cock. I hardened and though I wanted to fuck you I nodded my head and opened my legs further allowing you to become comfortable watching me and allowing you to see me jerk off for you. 

I reached between my legs and formed a circle with my thumb and forefinger above the head of my cock. I slipped this over the top of my cock and wrapped the other fingers loosely about my shaft and then began to move the hand up and down. The touch quickly made me gasp for air and the head of my cock became purple with the blood that rushed into the broad arrow that was the head of my cock.

"Paul you have such a beautiful cock. I love the thickness of its shaft and how it stretches my pussy when you fuck me. Oh slower, my lovely man, slower." I could hear the smile in your voice as you whispered your instructions to me.

"Hmmm that must be so nice you are breathing heavily now my love and I can see precum leaking onto your head. It seems to glitter in this light." 

I tried to hold onto my control but with each touch of my fingers I felt my need to stroke my cock harder and faster. Your voice excited me even further as you described what you saw.

"Yes you stroke along that little slit every now and again my love. Your thumb is covered with precum and I can see your veins throb on your hard cock. Ohh it must be torture to go so slowly but think of the orgasm that you will have. Squeeze your nipples Paul pinch them hard that always helps me."

"How lovely you sound as you groan in pleasure. You must be so close your going faster. Your cock disappears and appears as you hold it into your hand. The head is so purple. Ohhh you must be so close you are breathing harder and faster."

"Yes cup your balls I can see your cock nodding. Yesss let that cum shoot into the air. It is like a lovely cream rain. I love how it looks so hot on your belly. Oh yes squeeze out every drop, drain that lovely cock of yours." 

I slowed and ended as my cock grew flaccid in my hand. You dipped your fingers into the cum on my stomach and lifted it to my mouth and I swallowed the cum as you pushed it between my lips. I tasted the bitter salty liquid yet looked at your smiling face and drank every drop you fed me. Your eyes smoldered at me and I felt my cock twinge again as I wanted to thrust it hard into your pussy. 

Then before we could make love to each other your mobile phone rang. You reached lazily for it and as you heard who it was you sat up straight. Though obviously pleased you seemed also a little worried about what was being said. You looked at me and smiled wanly.

"Oh yes that is okay. Tonight yes I can do that. You will be bringing a guest."

The phone was turned off and you turned back to me.

"That was a friend of mine and will be coming to dinner tonight so I will have to get ready." As before you seemed nervous I remarked on it.

"I suppose so I have known Kathy for such a long time and she always intimidated me. Oh don't get me wrong we are great friends and I have not seen her for some time," you stopped for a short time and blurted out,"And she is bringing her new boyfriend."

"Could I meet them?" I asked. 

Looking at me sharply you smiled with relief,"Would you? Oh Paul it would be lovely to have you there. They will be here at eight."

As you turned to go you looked over your shoulder," Kathy would not understand this so you will need to wear casual clothes."

Rising I took you to the door and kissed you as you walked nervously to your house.

Chapter 6

I knocked at your door bearing a bottle of wine half an hour before your guests were due to make their entrance. As always you looked stunning though I barely recognised you in your blue dress, you looked so demure. Even dressed I looked carefully and I saw no panty line so knew you wore no underwear beneath it. I wore jeans and a shirt and it felt so strange to be clothed with you. I embraced you warmly in the doorway and our lips gently touched. I felt my cock rub against your body and I knew that I wanted you so much.

I felt your hand slip between our bodies and squeeze my cock. Then reluctantly you slipped from my embrace and fled to the kitchen.Nervously you left me to my devices and I explored your home. 

It was pleasant and clean. In the back was a deck and small backyard that was overlooked by my house on the hill. I found photos of family and friends on your mantelpiece. Sneaking into your bed I marveled at the stuffed toys on bed and how girly it was compared to my thoughts of you. Instead of the bedroom of a seductress it was a room that was full of frills and knick-knacks. I left a little guiltily realising that I had uncovered a secret that you should have told me. 

Feeling guilty I walked back to the living room and helped you set the table. All the time I offered encouragement and reassurance. Then the doorbell rang and you almost ran to the door, I heard you greeting the guests and bring them into the living room.


"Paul I would like to introduce you to my best friend Kathy and her friend John."

I greeted them with a firm grip and was greeted by a woman who was of average height and chestnut hair, I thought her boyfriend also average. We commenced the evening pleasantly and I thought the meal a beautifully prepared and a success. I noticed that you would look at me as I talked to the others and you smiled as you did so. The conversation flowed and eddied in a natural rhythm. There were few embarrassments though the question of how we met was skated across and brought a sharp glance from Kathy who knew that we were hiding something.

The evening passed into a late night and an early morning. Realising that your friend and her boyfriend would not be able to drive home you offered them beds at your home which they accepted. As they turned in I made my way sadly to the door. As I did so you held my hand and at the doorway you kissed me gently much to the curiosity of Kathy. 

"I am sorry you have to go Paul but it would take some explaining if you stayed the night. Kathy is a bit of a prude."

"I understand but I am disappointed that I am not sharing your bed tonight Karen," I whispered and kissed you on the palm of your hands and then on your lips again. 

As the door closed behind me with a sharp click I walked slowly to me front door. I spent the night restlessly tossing and turning until I rose in the early morning. Awake I sat naked on the balcony watching your house. As I thought of you I found my hand at my groin and I masturbated.

Each pull and touch on my cock made me think of you and how we made love. As I came I almost felt your body against mine. Briefly sated I rose and made my way to the bathroom where I shaved and cleaned myself up. A quick bite to eat and I threw on some clothes before I went for a walk in the early morning. Already the heat was building and I thought that it promised to be a torrid day.

Leaving by the back gate each step took me over the path that was so familiar to me. As I walked I heard footsteps before me and I was pleasantly surprised to see you appear around the corner, behind you came your friends. I almost sprinted towards you and kissed you passionately. Breaking away from me you laughed gently and embraced me.

"You seem to have missed me Paul," you said as you secretly caressed my cock with your hand through the material and then whispered into my ear," I missed you too my love. I touched myself this morning as I thought of you."

Kathy chimed in at this point."We have been told Paul that you own this rather imposing manor that we have been walking around."

Reluctantly I turned to Kathy and brushed some sweat from my eyes. As I thought the heat was already building up and that gave me an idea to have us together this day.

"Yes though I don't think of it as a mansion. To me it is just my home. Would you like to see it?" 

They agreed readily and we made our way to the back gate that I had opened only a short time before. As we walked on the soft grass I lusted to see you naked and it seemed such a shame that you and I were clothed. More I wanted to fuck you and hear your cries as you came, I have always thought that you cum so prettily. 

Your body excited me as did your mind. After all isn't the mind the greatest sexual organ. I found the way you mixed an exuberant sexuality and innocence so appealing. Each time we made love I found my greatest pleasure was in hearing you cum and cum with my help. Then I remembered that we had other people with us.Even though I never considered my house anything but normal I was pleased to hear the gasps of admiration that escaped the throats of both Kathy and John. Taking the lead I took them through the places that we shared when we were here though I did not take them to our bedroom. That place was for us alone.

In the end we came back to the pool and I poured a cool drink for us all.

"I envy you the pool especially in this hot weather Paul," said John as he trailed his fingers through the cool water as he sat next to it.

"Why don't you go for a swim?" I asked and I could see that John liked the idea. I continued," after all it promises to be such a hot day." 

"We didn't bring our suits." That was Kathy and I smiled.

"Oh I don't worry about a suit and it feels so much better. Also I would hope that we were friends here. If you want to wear something wear your underwear." I suggested and I saw you gulp and shake your head. I smiled at you and winked, I thought that John probably would be pleased with the idea and that would help. As I talked I pulled out towels and then pulled off my clothes. As I dropped my shorts and stood before the trio naked John looked to Kathy and shrugged. Leaving them I jumped into the water.

John laughed and his clothes landed on the sun lounge next to him as naked he jumped into the cool water. Turning back to the girls and a red faced Kathy he called,"Come on in Kath it is lovely. Oh come in silly, you will fry out there." After saying that he began a lap of the pool.

I heard Kathy's voice call shrilly, "Karen what are doing?"

"Joining the boys in a very cooling dip." As you said this you stripped to your white panties and dived in. Kathy looked at us and began to take her clothes off and like you left her black panties on. She was an attractive woman but she would never be anything compared to you. 

Gingerly she stepped into the water covering her white breasts until the last minute and then began to swim with us. You swam next to me and as the others did not look over at us I would stroke your body and even pulled aside your panties to push a finger into your pussy teasing you and enjoying this sense of stolen intimacy. As I did this to you would grab my cock and stroke it hardening my cock little by little and making me want you more, if that was possible.

A sudden scream brought our attention to the other two on the other side of the pool and we saw John swing Kathy's panties above his head and onto the garden. 

"There don't be silly you don't have to wear those Kath." He said with great relish and she turned red under our gaze. 

I looked at you and you smiled sweetly and as seductively as you can and I felt a familiar twinge in my cock.

"Well if Kath can be naked I think I can don't you Paul," you purred into my ear. Then I saw your panties fly into the garden bushes and land near Kathy's. As you did so John whooped in delight and pulled Kathy into the air allowing us to see her white breasts obviously untouched by the sun and dark fleece between her legs.

Now began a game of catch that allowed everyone to touch each other and just enjoy the feel of the silky water on their skin. Finally exhausted John stepped out of the water and began to vigorously dry himself. I followed as did you and we dried each other. Squeezing and fondling as we did. 

John looked at us and I could see that he knew we were in foreplay and had he and Kathy not been there we would have been fucking vigorously. Turning to Kathy who was still in the pool he called to her."Come on Kath time to get out. You'll turn into a prune if you stay in there much longer." 

Kathy was obviously uncomfortable coming out and only did as John lifted a towel out to her so she could quickly gather it about her. As she did so she looked at you and gasped.

"Karen what have you done to yourself?"

You looked surprised and she continued," Why you are completely bare there."

Realising what she meant you laughed and smiled broadly. Finally gathering breath you replied.

"Oh you mean my shaved pussy. I rather like it, I think it makes me look sexy and I certainly feel sexy and good about it," then innocently you added," I think you should try it Kathy you will like it and John will definitely like it."You had noticed as had I that John watched your naked pussy intently.

She spluttered and tried to think of something to say, before she could John spoke," Leave it Kath dear, I rather agree that it looks nice. I see Paul also does it and finally I wish you would do it too."

The woman looked as though she had been bitten by an insect only to shrug later and holding the towel about her she settled into the lounge and drank another cooling drink. Both you and I remained naked as is our practice and John decided to remain naked with us though we oiled ourselves continuously. The remaining afternoon was spent in casual conversation and laughter. Even Kathy loosened up and tied the towel about her waist and went topless.

Finally as we felt the sun make us tired we began to dress. Also it was time for Kathy and John had to leave. I walked back to your house with you and we watched both of them drive away in their car. As they left you turned to me and spoke softly," Lets get out of these clothes and fuck ourselves silly. I need to feel you against me."

To be Continued



A Naked Woman Ch. 06-07



Chapter 6

The oil dripped from the bottle onto your back making hemispheres of gold against your skin. I loved the way your skin glowed a rich gold as the oil enhanced the texture of it and I marvelled at the smooth silk skin that I touched. You stirred as I smoothed my hands over your shoulders gently massaging as I worked the oil into your skin. Lately I had thought that you had been very quiet after your friends had gone home. Every now and again you would look at me as though examining me carefully for imperfections.

"That is nice Paul, could you work the skin a little lower," you purred to me.

I quickly found the spot you were obviously wanting me to touch and relax. I thought that you seemed very stressed and made a joke about it. I was amazed when you sat up and looked at me with tears in your eyes. 

"Paul we need to talk," the words filled me with a dread I could not understand.

"What's wrong Karen?" I mumbled.

Looking at me you smiled a little and then softly wept. I tried to put my arm about you but you shrugged it off as though you did not want me near you. Naked you stood and looked down, the unhappiness written over your face. 

"Where are we going Paul with our friendship?" you sighed.

"I hope my lovely Karen that we will be more than just friends and lovers." I spoke quickly. 

As I said the words I realised how much I wanted us to be a couple. Then I continued," I want us to be like your friends and be a couple. I would like us to live together."

Tears sprouted from your eyes and you cried with despair," I don't know if I can do that, after being hurt so badly last time that I do not think I could live with any one. I think it is best that we do not see each other Paul otherwise we will be so badly hurt."

"Karen....." I was ready to plead but before I could even do so you were running to the door in the back fence which you threw open and ran out. I stood up and wanted to run after you pleading for the chance to be with you and that it would be different but your words had made me angry and also gave me food for thought. Was I ready to give up my independence? I wanted to hurt you as much as you were hurting me with your running away. So when I got to the door instead of following you I closed it behind you.

I left the pool and grabbed a bottle of whisky from the cabinet and poured myself a drink. That one drink became another as I tried to stop myself from thinking about you. I drank until I passed into fitful slumber on the couch. I awoke to a hangover that almost paralysed me but I rose and cleaned myself up. I had determined to throw myself into work or any other thing that would make me forget you.

It seemed so strange to be wearing a suit again. I had not bothered with one for a long time, my investments kept me well off and I really did not need to do anything about them. Yet after you had left me I had decided that I needed to lose myself in the arcane mysteries of business. The secretary looked me up and down as we waited for her boss to open the door to her office. Then the door opened and a beautiful woman stepped into the waiting area. Smiling she came towards me and offered her hand.

"Mr C____ it is good that you have visited us I am Vanessa the adviser in charge of your accounts, would you like to join me in the office." the woman spoke with a professional assurance that was both satisfying and attractive. She must have been in her early forties but she had a well-formed and attractive body I thought. As I looked at her I thought of her naked, her golden hair spread out on the pillow of my bed, my lips pressed against her full red lips. Then I saw your face instead and I felt an intense guilt at this betrayal of you. Then I remembered that you had left me and I wanted to take this woman and teach you that I could be found attractive by other women.

"I'm sorry what did you say?" I asked as I realised that you had spoken and that I had missed it.

"Oh I said that perhaps we could discuss your business over lunch today," as you spoke I looked into your sparkling blue eyes and saw a burning passion that made my cock hard. I found myself quickly agreeing and you swept me along in your wake , somehow I found the fact that she had taken control of the situation appealing, more I found that I was growing more aroused by her. 

With practised ease I found myself outside a darkened carved oak door that she had led me to, the door opened into a dimly lit restaurant. An obsequious maitre 'd appeared and greeted Vanessa, then as he knew her led us to a dimly lit corner. After few whispered words he hurried to the bar and poured out drinks for us and quickly returned.

"I hope you don't mind me ordering for you but I know this place well and I know what the best foods and drinks would be?"Vanessa spoke though it was more of a statement than a question. Then shrugging off her coat I was able to enjoy a set of the loveliest breasts that had ever graced a woman. 

Let me describe them to you, they were covered by a semi-transparent white shirt but I could make out a black satin camisole top beneath it even in this poorly lit room. They thrust out beautifully showing me a cleavage that I could barely believe I wondered if she wore one of those wonder bras they seemed so firm and large. I felt her leg rub against mine as I devoured her breasts with my eyes and when I looked at her she was smiling a knowing smile at me. 

"I love this place it is so intimate and discrete."

As if to confirm her view she dropped her hand into my lap and massaged my hard cock through the cloth of my trousers. I felt my cock ready to shoot cum. Was it so long since I had enjoyed Karen's body against mine? My body demanded sex, I had learnt to enjoy the intimate touches of having a lover so much that I wanted, no needed some intimate, sexual touching soon. I felt her breath against my ear and then I heard her seductive voice.

"Hmmm you seem to be enjoying that perhaps we can do something about that later." 

As Vanessa spoke as she removed her hand as the food came to our table. It can be imagined that I was very frustrated indeed and the rest of the lunch passed quickly and I remember little of it save that I was impressed on the intelligence and expertise that this woman showed with my finances. However I wanted to rip her clothes from her body and throw her across the table that pinned us to the chairs and fuck her senseless. She knew it of my interest and passion for her of course and she stoked the fires of it with a stroke along my arm, a lean towards me to show a touch of cleavage. Oh she was a fantastic tease and knew how to make me beg for her touch. 

Expertly she took the bill when it came and we left to go to her office . I was ushered into a well-appointed room and sat in one of the comfortable leather chairs she had for clients. She looked at me and I felt uncomfortable, that look was like one that you would get from a spider as it looked at its prey trapped in one of its webs. 

"Well I hope that has explained everything that may be worrying you." she spoke with confidence and devoured me with her eyes.

There was little I could say with that and I rose to leave. As I turned to the door she spoke again," Paul I would love to get to know you better would you like dinner tonight?"

Again I found that I was agreeing to everything this woman suggested and agreed to a date. She would pick me up at eight tonight and with our business completed I left the office to prepare for my night out. 

Dazed by how the day had gone I almost didn't notice you entering your house but I did see you and my heart lurched in my chest. I wanted to run to you to beg you to take me back and then I saw him. He was taller than you and was handsome. His hair was black and he kissed you tenderly on your lips. My heart broke as I watched you being kissed and with tears in my eyes I made my way back to the garage. Now I burnt with anger and I determined that I would have sex with Vanessa as you must be having sex with that man I saw you with only moments before. 

Chapter 7 At eight o'clock I heard a car draw up to my house and rushed to the door to see the long legs of Vanessa slide from the leather seat of her Mercedes roadster and onto the white gravelled path. She was stunning, she wore a short black dress and sheer black stockings with high-heeled shoes. Her legs were long, muscled and slim the sort of legs you would see on a long distance runner. Her breasts thrust forward they seemed to defy gravity and she swung her golden hair to create a halo about her head. 

Seeing me she smiled and I again saw that predatory smile, she kissed me on the cheek as I ushered her into my house and found that I was taking her on a guided tour. A question here and there quickly showed me that she was well-educated about the arts and antiques. Upon seeing the pool in the back she turned to me and spoke in a low seductive voice.

"I hope you swim and tan naked Paul I like an all over tan on the men I bed."

I was shocked she seemed so wanton there but even as she said it she turned from me not wanting an answer. Everything this woman did seemed to be trying to catch me off guard and inflame my desire. In an effort to gain control of the conversation I asked where we would have dinner and smiling at me I was informed it would be at her place.

Then as quickly as the statement was said we were in her car and I was being driven breath-takingly fast to her unit in a well-appointed block of units. It was in a Spanish stile with the cream adobe gleaming. I followed as she took me her front door and invited me in. I was impressed with the restrained taste the unit showed. It was large and I could see a patio and an outdoor dining set out the back. We walked across a black slate floor and Vanessa asked me to get her a drink while she checked the food. 


I organised a dry martini for her and a Bourbon and dry for myself which I offered to her as she came out of the kitchen with some pate and other nibbles. We walked to the patio and watched the sun set as we drank and ate. The conversation flowed lazily, she did not try to push the words and it seemed better to be silent as we enjoyed the time together. I watched her with growing arousal as I admired her naked back, it was smooth, tanned and without evidence of a bra. She must be marvellously toned I thought to myself as I realised that her breasts were completely unsupported.

Each time she moved it seemed that she opened a little bit of her body to my view and teased me. She had quickly kicked off her shoes for comfort and had made sure I had a view of her superb legs as she stretched them. Over dinner she flirted with me outrageously but remained completely out of my reach. I was growing more frustrated with each moment and more under her spell with each second. 

Therefore it was a surprise that we moved from the patio to her living room and the sofa for coffee and some sweet nibbles. I found her feet in my lap and began to softly massage them something which she obviously enjoyed .

"Hmmm that is so lovely, you have a great touch as a masseuse sir," she sighed to me. 

As she spoke she settled into the couch and moved her feet closer to my hard cock. Her skirt rose exposing her naked thighs above her suspendered stockings almost up to her crotch but she did not try to pull it down . Suddenly she moved and stood up.

"Lets dance," she said as she took me by the hand.

So to a slow rumba beat we danced on the slate and she ground her body hard against mine. I knew that Vanessa could feel my cock but she ignored it and she moved slowly and sinuously against my body exciting me even more. The song ended and we stood there looking into each others eyes. That smile touched her lips and her eyes shone with wicked delights. 

"What would be really nice Paul is if you take off your clothes and kneel between my legs and lick my pussy." 

The way she said it made it more of a command than a request and I did not think as I took off my clothes in front of her. In fact she turned the lights so they would highlight my strip. Music filled the room as I began, raucous, jarring music that thumped out a beat for me to strip to. As if I would not understand what to do she called to me.

"Come on lover a nice sexy strip."

I felt a little humiliated at the way she treated me but continued my undressing and tried to do it to the beat of the music around me. Soon I was naked and walked towards her in what I thought was a sexy manner. She half-lay on the couch and turned the lights down a little as I approached her. her legs were wide open and her skirt hiked up about her waist. My sight was fixed on her pussy, it was not shaved bare but trimmed, her lips were smooth and pink, above them was a strip of golden hair that seemed to point to the lips under it. However before I could sink to my knees before her she told me to stop.

"So you like shaving hey lover," again it was more of a statement than question and she touched my golden skin above and around my hard cock.

I felt something cool slide down the shaft of my cock and then squeeze it at the base. I looked down at the cock ring that had been placed around my shaft and felt the blood pulse thickly along the squeezed skin. Vanessa looked up at me then and smiled.

"Mustn't let something as impressive as that go to waste. I like the fact you shave, very clean and just a little sissy. So on your knees lover I have a hot, wet pussy to be licked."

There was a sharp slap to my rump that sent a quick pain to my body as she said this. I slipped down and knelt between her spread legs looking and smelling the wet skin before me. I felt her hands slip through my hair and guide me to the waiting lips. I touched them with the tip of my tongue and heard her groan with deep delight, as she did so she pulled on my hair hard and spoke.

"Oh that's good lover, lick me good and hard otherwise I might tan that lovely ass of yours."

I continued to lick along Vanessa's lips and over her exposed clit as I pulled her lips back. I groaned every now and again as my hair was pulled hard sending shooting pains through my head. My cock was hard and throbbing as the cock ring dulled my sensations a little. I tried to rise and take the woman who was dripping with cum. I felt her cum as I used my tongue, her cunt muscles pulsing and squeezing as she squirmed with pleasure. 

"Lick it! Come on lick it hard. Fuck me with your tongue!!" Vanessa cried as she stopped from getting back. 

Then she stopped allowing me to rise until my cock was directly in front of her mouth. Leaning forward she slipped my cock through her lips and pumped it through them for three strokes and then stopped. Pushing me away she looked up at me and smiled wickedly.

"Tell me Paul what would you do to get rid of your erection?" she asked me seductively.

As she spoke she stroked my cock and shaved balls. I gulped and she laughed," Oh you look so sad. Across my lap now!"

I looked at her shocked and she shouted at me again," Across my lap or get out now!!"

I wanted her so much, I could see her breasts as they moved under her thin black dress. I did not think as I lay my naked body over her lap. It felt strange to feel her dress caress my body and touch my cock. Then her hands began to stroke my ass and my balls, as Vanessa touched me gently further arousing me.

"You are hard aren't you and thinking very naughty things. Do you want to fuck me Paul, stick your hard cock in my pussy?"

I gulped as she stroked me and talked. 

Thwack. Suddenly there was a sharp pain as her hand slapped against my ass cheek.

"Answer me," she hissed.

"Yes." I answered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes I want to fuck you." I gulped out humiliated.

Again she stroked softly and slowly over my ass and I could hear her smiling as she spoke," See how easy it is when you answer properly."

Then her hand landed heavily on my bottom and I cried in amazement as it was followed by blow after blow. For the first time in years I was being spanked like a naughty boy. Shocked I did not move but felt my ass cheeks grow hot as she smacked them with her muscular hands. Though it stung I did not move, my body was held by my humiliation and shame at being treated this way. Finally she stopped and spoke clearly.

"Get up."

I stood and cast my eyes down in my humiliation. My face felt hotter than my ass, the spanking had only hurt my pride and I wanted to do something about it. Though I felt angry at how I had been treated I did not have the strength of mind to get my clothes to leave. There was a short bark of laughter as she stood and walked over to me.

"Look at me."

I raised my head and she looked into my eyes, her crystal blue eyes sharp with cruelty and arrogance, the arrogance of someone who has beaten someone into submission.

"If you want to fuck me you will have to do better than you have done. " Vanessa slipped out of her dress so that she was naked in front of me except for her stockings and suspender belt. My eyes looked long at her naked body and felt my cock's pulsing roar through my entire body. Reaching forward she took it in her hand and stroked it slowly doubling my arousal and frustration.

"I will see you here in two days time, it will be at the same time as tonight. You know the way out I think." She spoke contemptuously as she dismissed me and walked to the stairs. I watched her tight muscular ass cheeks rise and fall as she walked away from me. They had an incredible sexiness that made my cock ache for relief but I just could not touch it, I had not been given permission to do so I thought.

Then I gathered my clothes and called a taxi to pick me up to go home. Though part of me wanted to never see this woman again I knew that I was hooked to her baited line and I would do whatever she wanted me to do. As I left the house I saw her naked at the window looking down at me as I stepped into the taxi.

To be Continued 



A Naked Woman Ch. 08



It had been two days since I had come home from the spanking that I had received from Vanessa and I was as confused now as I had been then. I felt that I should flee from that dominating woman and try to see you again. As I thought of you I looked to your house and saw you walk hand and hand with a man and enter your house. Seeing you and feeling betrayed was too much for me and I felt again the rage beat in my breast as I watched your house. Then I felt a deep sob that shook my body as I wept with both sorrow and rage.

The phone rang and I picked it up.

"Paul you will come to my place at eight o'clock tonight," Vanessa spoke firmly and softly, once she had delivered her message she hung up not letting me say anything.

Without thought I began my preparations for tonight. At the appropriate time I drove to her unit and pulled to the kerb and stepped out of the car. I noticed three other cars in her driveway. Though I felt a nameless dread as I walked to her door but I also felt a sense of excitement and arousal. I wanted her to dominate me I realised and how it made everything so easy if she made all the decisions.

I knocked on the door and waited until Vanessa pulled it open wearing a skimpy halter top in gold that barely covered her breasts and wore a short miniskirt from which her long shapely legs stretched to high heels. She smiled that predatory smile at me again as she ushered me into the house and the other women on the couch looked at me with curiosity as I was brought to the centre of the room.

"Off with your clothes lover," the golden-haired woman commanded me.

I hesitated and noticed a look of anger pass across Vanessa's face and I began to fumble at the buttons of my clothes as I stripped for her and her friends. As I did so I watched the other women, both were in their thirties one a redhead and the other a brunette. Like Vanessa they had that look of the predator and they wore revealing outfits that allowed them to expose the maximum flesh for teasing and yet did not expose anything. Music started and I realised that Vanessa intended me to do a strip. I moved to the music as best as I could. 

"He is a little disobedient," the brunette in a short black dress remarked.

" I have only started his training but I think he has promise," the blonde said.

"At least he has a good body," the redhead said as she looked at my naked chest.

They then stopped speaking as I pulled off my trousers and then my underwear. I moved to the music now and they watched as I danced naked before them. They did not even watch as they talked with each other. Suddenly the music stopped and Vanessa came over to me.

"That was good Paul. Did you enjoy showing off for my friends?" she asked me in a soft voice.

Remembering the last time I was here I realised that I would be punished if I did not answer so I said yes. Her hand smacked my ass loudly and she turned to me.

"When you are with me you will call me Mistress do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," I burnt with the shame of my submission but I felt my cock becoming hard and aroused.

"Good. Now it is time that you met my friends," she said as she took me by my arm and led me over to the brunette who licked her lips suggestively. The sight of her made me shudder for some reason. 

She had Italian features but a hard face that seemed out of place on something that was alive. I was told that her name was Bianca, next to her was the redhead whose face looked so innocent but when you looked into her eyes you realised she was wicked, she was called Marie. Each looked me over and examined me, touching me here and there as they did so. I felt like a horse or dog being examined and my face again burnt red.

"So what do you think girls," Vanessa asked.

"He has a nice cock, what's it like when it's hard," Marie asked.

"Well you should see it. Paul I want you to jerk off for my friends but your not allowed to cum," Vanessa remarked carelessly.

Part of me wanted to do what she wanted but another part rebelled. I felt humiliated and did not like her lack of respect and my head snapped up as I said one word.

"No."

"No!!" Vanessa screamed.

"I said no and I meant no. I really don't like this so I am going," I said as I picked up my clothes. 

Suddenly I felt her hand slap my ass and I spun about to catch it in my hand as it tried to spank me again. I felt her try to pull it away and with my other hand I pushed her away. She tripped back into her friends laps and looked up at me with shock written across her face. As I dressed I spoke.

"I don't like this at all. I don't want to see you ever again or your friends," then satisfied I had said enough I left her home and travelled to my own. 

I was happy that I had refused to be turned into her servant though I knew that part of me wanted this and that scared me as much as what we had done. As I turned into my home I saw the lights on in your home and again I wanted you. Sadly I entered my empty house and went to bed.

The next day I rang my investment house and had Vanessa removed from my accounts without giving any reason though I was pressed for one. I now sought for something to do and decided perhaps it would be best to go for a holiday to get away from you and all the memories you brought to me. Looking out the window I saw you leave and look towards my house as you turned to the path that led to the walk behind my house. 

Madness took me and naked I walked to my back gate and walked into the path waiting to see you. I felt an intense need to confront you and demand why you had broken my heart, for some reason I wanted to be naked when I saw you though I couldn't understand why I wanted to do that. I waited at the bend in the path the hot sun beating down on me, my heart pounded in my chest as I waited and then I heard the familiar steps that I knew were yours. You did not seem startled when you came across me waiting here naked and I greeted you quietly.

"Hello Karen," I felt that my heart was breaking as I spoke those words but it was all I could do not to fall on my knees cursing you while weeping about what you had done to me.

This time you weren't naked but wore shorts and a t-shirt. You looked at me with a mixture of sadness and longing. I saw a slight smile as you looked at me and I saw your eyes run over my body. Then your body shuddered as you sighed deeply.

"How are you Paul?" you asked softly.

" I miss you. God doesn't that so pathetic," I said angrily. 

Karen stepped towards me and wiped her eyes that I noticed were bright from tears once she took off her sunglasses. She stopped and then whispered.

" I miss you too Paul."

Silence descended as we looked at each other, then she laughed and slipped off her clothes so that she stood naked before me. Finished she turned to me and said as she walked to the back gate.

"I think we need to talk don't you."

Softly we padded to the lounges next to the pool and sat next to each other. Now we were here I found that I did not have anything I could say so it was with relief that I heard you talk.

" I have missed you so much but I am so worried that you will leave me," you sobbed.

"Don't we deserve a chance," I pleaded.

As you looked down at the ground I knelt next to you and took your hands into mine and looked into your eyes that I saw were red with weeping," I know that you are seeing someone but I want you so. If you don't want me I will not bother you again."

"Seeing someone?" you whispered in shock.

"Yes the man I saw you with about a week ago," I replied.

Suddenly you began to chuckle and then laugh. As you saw my look of bemusement you began to explain, "That was my brother you lovely fool, I haven't been seeing anyone."

"So do we have a chance?" I asked.

Leading my hand to your cheek you smiled at me and I felt my heart lunge in joy. 

"Let's try but I can't promise anything."

My heart leapt with happiness and I took you lovingly into my arms kissing you softly on your lips. As my naked body touched your naked skin I felt my cock harden. Smiling at me your hand reached down to take my vibrant cock into your hand and you began to slowly stroke the engorged hard flesh. As you did that I realised that I truly wanted you now and I wanted to push you onto the lounge and take you there and then but deep within me I also wanted to go slowly and enjoy each touch of your skin. Skin that seemed to glow gold in the sun.

I looked into your eyes and felt that familiar warmth flow into me as your eyes held mine. Pushing me onto the lounge you slipped onto your knees next to me and took my cock into your mouth. I groaned with the intense pleasure as I felt your lips wrap about my cock and your tongue explore each inch of the head and slit that you now pumped slowly in and out of your mouth. Laying back I enjoyed the feel of your hot mouth at my cock and my hands combed through your silky hair as I held your head to my groin. I felt your head bobbing up and down with vigour and I closed my eyes just enjoying the feel of sun on my body and your mouth on my cock.

It had been so long since I had enjoyed such pleasure and I felt the familiar thrill of my cum being pumped along my cock to shoot into your mouth. You sucked voraciously until you knew that there was no more to be taken from me and I felt my cock slip from your lips. I felt your body rise above mine and your legs rested against my ears as you pressed your hairless velvet pussy to my lips.

My tongue slipped along the swollen lips that dripped with your juice and I nipped them between my teeth feeling you shudder with delight. Wrapping my hand about your thighs I pulled your pussy closer to my mouth and thrust my tongue deeply into the waiting depths. I felt your orgasm begin instantly and juice squirted into my mouth. How sweet you tasted to me and I licked along the lips and inside the lips with delight as I tasted you again and vowed never to let you go. I was even able to touch your clit hidden between the folds of skin at the top of your lips. Another orgasm shot through you when I touched you there and you panted with the pleasure.

"Tooo muchhhh!" you cried as you came the second time.

Recovering we cradled each other in our arms and I again felt how right it was with you next to me. I felt my cock grow as you touched it softly with your fingernails, my mind felt that delicious excitement as my flesh grew excited with your touch. Growing swiftly I rose from beside you and pushed you onto your stomach and opened your legs exposing your wet pussy. I admired the sight of your lovely rounded ass cheeks and reached beneath them to find the velvet lips between your legs and then I lay over your body resting on my hands and knees.

Guiding my cock with a hand I pushed it between your legs and lips so that I was in your pussy, the only sound my purposeful grunt and your squeal of delight. I felt your muscles grip me as I started to thrust it into you. Since you were laying down it moved in and out of your pussy in shallow probes that excited your lips and clit more than driving deep into you. My hard flesh rubbed against those areas energetically exciting you intensely. You gasped with the pleasure and I began to probe quicker.

"Oh Goddddddd yessssssss!!!!" you exclaimed as your body bucked with the pleasure you felt.

Then with an effort you rose to your knees allowing me to take you fully in doggy fashion. My cock shot deeply into your pussy and I felt the muscles spasming with your cuming. Each thrust meant that I grew ever closer to cuming inside you and I wanted that with increasing desperation. My cock was now moving in and out of your cunt with incredible ferocity and energy as I took you hard and fast. It was so exciting to have the cheeks of your ass to press against my groin and then I felt my balls drain of cum as it shot through my cock and into your waiting pussy.

I felt the thrill of my orgasm with each thrust and slowly I stopped shooting and softened only to slip out of your pussy. 

Tired and happy we rested beside each other again and I stirred to whisper into your ear.

"I was thinking of going on a holiday will you come with me?"

"Of course I will you lovely man," you slurred with pleasure and deep tiredness as you ground your ass cheeks against my flaccid cock.



A Naked Woman Killed Me On Nude Day



A naked woman kills a man on Nude Day in a hit and run accident.

"I'm dead, I'm really dead, but somehow I'm still alive," I said staring at my dead body.

Even though I'm a dead man, literally, I'm grateful that I can still tell my story. Don't ask me how because I'm just as freaked out by all of what has happened, as you are reading that a dead man wrote this story.

Relegated to spend, not sure how much more time on Earth, as a ghost haunting my killer, I'm waiting for someone to pull the plug to release me, so that I may rest in peace. Then, I wonder, will I ever rest in peace? For sure, just as being a ghost is no way to live, becoming a ghost is no way to die either.

At the same time, I wonder how many ghosts there are on Earth experiencing what I'm experiencing now. Nothing like I ever imagined when dying, never figuring I'd become a ghost, this is surreal. Even though I'm a ghost, I've yet to see another one. Maybe ghosts can't see one another in the way that people can or think they can see ghosts.

Based on what happened to me, dying instantly, I figure, because I died so quickly, my brain, body, and soul didn't have the time to make the transformation and the necessary adjustment for a permanent disconnection from life to death. Unable to think of another explanation, theoretically, it makes sense to me. Thusly, here I am, doubly fucked, dead but not dead, alive but not alive. Even in death, as it was for me in life, I can't do anything right. I can't even die, so to speak.

I mean, I'm dead, of course, but I'm still here. What is that about? Why me? I feel like such a loser. If anyone was to find out what happened, I'll be the butt of a comedian's routine. I can hear Jay Leno giving his late night monologue and using me for the humor.

"Did you hear about the guy, who was so dumb that when he was hit by a car, he was too dumb to die? Yeah, this guy was a real loser. Even after seeing his dead body strewn in piece everywhere, he still didn't know he was dead. He was a ghost."

Now that I think about it, didn't they make a movie about a dead guy not knowing he was dead, who became a ghost? Yeah, The Sixth Sense, with Bruce Willis. Here I am starring in my own sixth sense. Never would I have believed this could happen, if it wasn't happening now.

I was always of the mindset that, when someone died, nothing else existed, except maybe for Heaven and angels or Hell and devils. Even though I'm not or wasn't a very religious man, I believed in God and figured that if I didn't go to Heaven, I surely wouldn't go to Hell. Living my life somewhere in the middle, I was hoping that there was some in between place, a staging area, where good but not good enough souls go first, a temporary purgatory maybe. Surely, we all can't be as saintly as was Mother Teresa, just as we're all as evil as was Jeffrey Dahmer.

I was hoping to go to the same place, where they put the Popes, Cardinals, and Bishops for living a holy life but for being tempted by all those riches in Vatican City. I was hoping to go there, instead of here, as a ghost. Even after taking the vow of poverty, the men who give their lives to God manage to somehow live a royal, regal, and luxurious life, while the rest of us struggle to put fast food on the table, even the Nuns. 

Dying was my only personal chance, after all, to find out if all that is written in the Bible is true or false. I'd like to know if the Bible is non-fiction or fiction. Or, maybe there is no God, just aliens. Wouldn't that be a kick in the pants having to be subservient to a superior being, who looks just like a giant ant? When I think about all the ants that I killed in the course of my life, I'd hate for that to be my judgment day.

Yet, someone had to make the aliens, so now I'm back to square one, while wondering about the existence of God. I figured it would take me to die to find out. Yet, I truly figured that, once I died, I'd know the answer to life and to the same question we all ask.

"Why am I here? Are we alone?"

I'm more than curious to know, if there's a God, a super alien being, or both coexisting in harmony in this vast unexplored universe. Was the Bible the greatest story ever told or is it all true? Now, being stuck here on Earth in a ghostly limbo, alive but not alive and dead but not dead, I may never know. To be honest, with being a ghostly apparition, I have more things to worry about than Heaven and the existence of God and Hell and the existence of the Devil.

When I was alive and pondering the life's important questions of the universe, what I thought would be fun being a ghost and being able to watch women undressing sucks. Hey, it was a relevant and important question at the time, especially when I was trying to get myself off. Yet, now, I have more important things to ponder than to spy on women in dressing rooms. 

Never is when I figured I'd ever hear myself say that. That's not to say that I won't spy on women changing in dressing rooms. Maybe later, after being a ghost for a while, I'll hang around a dressing room in some swanky boutique on Rodeo Drive to watch all the celebrity bitches get naked. I'm not ready for doing that just yet.

Besides, who wants to see a naked women, when you can't even touch her, feel her, caress her, and make love to her? That's frustrating, as all Hell. Being able to watch a woman undress, taking off her dress, her bra, and her panty, watching a woman get naked, and unable to grope her is pure torture. Not being able to have my way with her is too much like being married.

While watching my wife, if I had one, which I don't, thank God, because she'd be a widow right now, undress and getting ready for bed, seeing her naked, before she slips on her nightgown, I'd always think, no doubt, that tonight is the night that I'm going to get lucky. Only, she's not in the mood, has a headache, or it's that time of the month. Yeah, being a ghost, seeing naked women, but unable to touch them, is much like that and too much like being married.

Meanwhile, back to my present situation, I don't remember much about the night that I died, except that it happened on National Nude Day, of all days.

"Weird. Go figure. What is that about?"

I didn't even know there was such a day, until my killer told me there was and that she was on her way to celebrate the naked holiday at a party.

I struggled with the meaning of dying on National Nude Day, but still haven't come up with a connection and explanation, other than it was just coincidental. Only, I had a nagging sensation that there was a reason for dying on National Nude Day. Only, for the life of me and the death of me, I couldn't think why I died on that particular day.

Certainly, there's no good answer for dying on a day that I should have been sexually excited, that is, had I known about the holiday beforehand, in the first place. Of all days, why that day, National Nude Day, instead of the Fourth of July, Christmas or New Years? Maybe it is just a coincidence, but I never even celebrated National Nude Day. Yet, now the fact that I died on that fateful day means that I'm doomed to relive the day I became a ghost for the rest of my life and the rest of my death because, being a ghost, I'm not sure if I'm dead or alive. 

The fact that I died on such an auspiciously lurid holiday, as Nude Day, gives me reason to never forget when I died. Never forgetting the day I died has good and bad ramifications, I imagine. Yet, more importantly and not to mention, it's extraordinary that I should have any conscious memory of my death and any conscious thought, at all, but I do. Yet, meaningless to me at the time, what did it matter, I didn't even know such a holiday existed? I may be looking for clues of my death at a dead end.

Too late to participate in the freeing and festive mood that goes along with a holiday that encourages people to get naked in public, I wish I had known about Nude Day, before the death of me. I could have had some sexy fun with Nude Day by partying naked. Who knows, maybe I would have met miss naked right, instead of dying alone with my bad self?

It's astonishing to me that I remember anything at all, even though it's taken me a very long time to recall what I do remember. I'm glad that I was able to piece together all that actually happened on that inauspiciously fateful night that I died. I mean, of course, I remembered all of it, immediately after it happened, but as a way for my brain to protect me, as quickly as I remembered it, I forgot it. What I do know is that I'm dead, but I'm not dead. I'm a ghost, an apparition, a ghoulish spirit, while on a mission to haunt my killer. I'm the dark, unknown thing, the bump in the night with the covers pulled tightly over your head, before filling the night with terror filled screams, that they write scary movies and scary stories about.

"Boo!"

I'm having a difficult time wrapping my brain around the reality of being alive, but not being alive. Then, I wondered, what if we all experience this when we die? What if, for a little while, we all become ghosts, as a way for us to leave our prior life behind, before continuing on in our death. What if becoming a ghost for a little while is our way to say good-bye to our loved ones?

"Cool."

Maybe this is something we all must go through, before finding our permanent place in eternity. Okay, I can live, I mean, die with that. Maybe we all continue on as ghosts, before finally fading away and disappearing and resting in peace, gone forever and never to return. Only, where do we go? Are there directions to my final destination? Does someone take me there or do I have a GPS code that unlocks in my brain, once I'm dead and I go there on automatic pilot?

Go here and not there. Turn right instead of left. Do not pass Go and collect your $200. Leaving Earth and my little life behind, I always imagined, when I died, that I'd travel at the speed of light to another universe, where all the dead gathered. Finally, I could give a piece of my mind to Michael Jackson, Elvis, and Marilyn Monroe.

"What the Hell were you thinking? Duh? You had it all and you threw it all away."

Only, with my luck, I'll spend the rest of eternity, such a long time, traveling a dark universe. Unlit by stars, deep in the clutches of a black hole that continues forever, until the forces of it pull what's left of me apart, that will be my last horrific amusement ride. Finally, spit out of the black hole, so much like scum leaking out of a sewer pipe, there I am for the remainder of my time in tiny specks of dust strewn all around space.

"Time? What's time?" 

Be it a few minutes or an eternity, what does time matter to me now that I'm dead? I've already wasted all the time I had alive to live on Earth. When I think about it, my life was such a waste. I accomplished nothing. I didn't even procreate. Truly, I'm such a loser.

Still, with no more rushing around, working a job, and stressing over things that were so important to me then, but so unimportant to me now, it's over. My personal perception of reality all changed in an instant by the death of me. Speaking of time, I have plenty of time, now that I'm dead, stuck actually, between life and death and Heaven and Earth or Earth and Hell to ponder all that I never pondered before, while alive.

"Fuck! I hate this. This sucks! It's not fair."

I realize now that there were so many things in my life that were never in my control to change. I realize now that I wasted so much of my precious time. I realize now that I left nothing behind, no girlfriend, no wife, and no children. No one will even remember that I was here. How sad is that?

No one will celebrate my life with the death of me. No one will mourn the loss of me. No one will visit my grave site, pray and weep at my tombstone or release my ashes on a mountaintop. Instead, some highway worker will scrape and wash away what's left of me from off the pavement.

"Gross. Yuck!"

Now, for some inexplicable reason and for however long I'm relegated to remain here in this ghostly and ghastly capacity, I'm doomed to spend my time here on Earth haunting the woman who killed me. Go figure. Instead, I wish I was free to experience my next and final chapter in God's or my alien master's plan. Will I ever rest in eternal peace or am I doomed to spend the rest of eternity as a ghost? Will I ever learn the answers to all my questions?

When the time comes, just as I so wanted to hold onto life, instead of embracing death, I wonder if I'll want to hold onto being a ghost. Now that I know what it's like to die, now that I know what it's like to be a ghost, it's not so bad. Yet, what I don't know, is what is beyond this. Certainly, it would be worse if suddenly there was nothing and I didn't exist at all.

What happens next? Once I stop being a ghost, do I stop being me forever? Without doubt, being a ghost is better than not existing at all? What if there's nothing after this? What if this ghost thing is just a fluke? Maybe I'm lucky, after all. Maybe being a ghost is like hitting a deathly lottery. Maybe only one in a million people who die become a ghost. Maybe instead of woe is me, I should feel good for me.

"Wow."

Only, I don't know. I just don't know. The one thing that I don't understand is why? Why me? Why her? Why did our paths cross at that inexplicable from life to death changing moment in time, on of all days, National Nude Day? Believing that there's a reason for everything in life, I wonder if that belief transcends in death, too, and if it does, what was the reason for my death on that oddly specific day?

Yet, it's a tragic joke that I sincerely thought, once dead, all that I didn't understand and all the questions that I had about life, would be answered with the death of me. Now, as I had in life, I have as many questions in death. Will I ever know what any of this is about? Will I ever have answers to my questions? Will I ever be free from worry?

What could possibly be the reason for God to sacrifice my life to haunt her, my hit and run driver, of all people? What if there is no God? Still, what did I do to deserve this? Other than killing me in a hit and run accident, what did she do to deserve killing me and me haunting her?

It's not bad enough that I'm dead, but being stuck here as a ghost is the cruelest of jokes of all to play on me. I don't understand any of it. Here one day and gone the next couldn't be truer, only, I'm still here. What is that about?

"Woe is me. Woe is me. Why me?"

I remember it was dark and it was raining. As soon as I heard the thump, I knew I had a flat tire and I figured I got the flat, when I hit that fateful mother of all potholes, just before getting on the highway. If, if, if...if it hadn't been so dark, if it hadn't been raining, and if the hole hadn't been full of water, I would have seen it. If only I could have avoided it, I'd be alive today, no doubt.

I pulled over to the side of the road to change my flat tire. Other than those little worthless donuts that you need instructions to put on, most people don't carry a spare tire with them, but I always do. Most people don't pull over far enough to the right but and, once you open your car door, once you alight from the car..."Wham!" After watching all those videos, where police officers and others are hit by drunk drivers, I pulled over as far as I could, after putting on my flashers. Luckily, I had a spare tire in the trunk.

I remember being pissed that I had a flat. In retrospect, now that I'm dead and now that I'm a ghost, I should have a problem. Only, for the life of me, I don't remember where I was going. Where the Hell was I going? Too late to be coming home from work and driving in the wrong direction to be hitting a dating bar, that's the one thing that baffles me to this day.

Where was I going? Why was I there at that fateful moment in time? Why was I there at the wrong place and at the wrong time? Eerily strange, it's almost as if I had a date with death and as if my expiration was fated to expire on that very date and at that deadly time. 

I remember getting out of the car and getting wet but glad that it wasn't raining any harder than it was. I remember jacking up the car, taking off the tire, putting on the spare, and tightening the lug nuts. Chief of my own pit crew, I was done in record time. I'm getting good at fixing flats, one of the few benefits of owning an old car with worn tires.

I loaded everything back in my trunk and closed the lid, and as I was walking to the driver's side door to get in my car, I was lit up by a bright light. I remember that light being so bright that I was paralyzed by the brightness of it. It was so bright and moved, so close, so fast, that I could feel the warmth of it.

Yet, as soon as I had the conscious thought of the light, time slowed and even though all of this happened in a fraction of a second, the experience felt, as if it lasted for minutes. I felt much like a deer caught in headlights on a dark and winding country road. Only, more descriptively, I felt like someone on center stage and with their back turned away from the shine of the bright spotlight.

With my shadow lit up on the background of the stage curtain, the illumination of the bright light caught me off guard. I remember thinking that the light was so brilliantly bright that I could feel the heat emanating from it. Captured in an all encompassing white light, as if on Star Trek, I remember thinking that I was about to be beamed up by a UFO.

"Beam me up, Scotty."

Then, being the good Catholic that I am and have always been, not overtly religious but attending church regularly, and believing in the premise of treating others how I'd want to be treated, I believe in God. For a second, I thought the Almighty was coming down from Heaven to scoop me away to my eternal resting place. Unlucky in life, I thought I had hit the Heavenly lottery in death. Yet, as soon as I turned my head to see what the light was, I was blinded by it and it was too late. Not even having the time to blink my eyes, dying with my eyes wide open, it happened so fast.

"Wham!"

It was over and I was dead. After it was over, still having conscious thought, I knew instantly later, that it was headlights from an oncoming car. Being the car buff that I am and having a particular fondness for the make and model that was my undoing, I discovered, immediately after, that the lights were from the Bi-Xenon high beam headlights from a brand new, shadow blue metallic, a new color for the model year, 2010 Volkswagen GTI. Go figure.

Only a ghostly gear head would denote the make, model, year, and color of the car that killed him. Now that I've had time to ponder it, I wish it had been a Bentley, Rolls Royce, a Ferrari, a Lamborghini, a Maserati, a Jaguar, or an Aston Martin that had killed me. Typical of a car enthusiast to think this way, I have a particular fondness for Bentleys, Rolls Royces, Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Maseratis, Jaguars, and Aston Martins. I prefer the English and Italian automobiles to German and Japanese, although the bloodlines of all marquees have been tainted and watered down by buyouts by VW, BMW, GM, and Ford. I would have felt, as though my life had served more of a purpose, meant something more, if having had the honor of being struck and killed by such a fine and expensive, handmade automobile.

I can just imagined the conversations they must have in Heaven or (gulp) in Hell. 

"How'd you die?"

"I was run over by an old rusted out '73 Volkswagen Beetle."

"See that guy over there? The one with the flattened head?"

"Yeah."

"He was struck and killed by a brand new Bentley Continental."

"Wow. Lucky bastard."

Nonetheless, it wasn't all bad. I can take some solace in the fact that the GTI is all new for this model year, albeit it's a German car and not an English or an Italian automobile.




A Naked Woman Killed Me On Nude Day



I knew what happened to me, immediately after it happened, but it was too late for me to do anything about it. I was already dead, killed instantly, by a drunk driver, no doubt, I speculated. Besides, reeling from it, still trying to make sense of it, while not understanding any of it, I was in shock. Only, if I'm dead, why am I still thinking and having an internal monologue?

As a way of protecting me from the panic and fear that I instantly felt, just before the accident, adrenaline and cortisol filled my brain. Once, I realized those bright lights were headlights and that I was about to be hit by a car and about to die, the natural chemicals that flowed through my body switched to dopamine and serotonin. Immediately, after I was struck and dead, killed instantly, the endorphins kicked in to help me to forget the details of the horrific accident, until later, when, no doubt, I could better handle the reality of it. Naturally and painlessly, I was eased into processing the information that I was a dead fucking ghost latched onto to this murderous woman forever. Sorry, but I'm angry.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

There, I feel better verbalizing my outrage.

"In the name of the Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost, God please help me."

Normally, this process of the body pumping adrenaline, cortisol, dopamine, serotonin, and endorphins is a slower process, over a longer period of time. Even though it all happens naturally, as a way for the body, namely the brain, to protect itself, I went through the cycle quicker because of the type of accident that it was and how quickly I died. I experienced the chemical process and biological changes at light speed, maybe because my transition from life to death and from being a living and breathing human to being a haunting and scary ghost was faster than what a normal person experiences going from life to death. Moreover, I saw in all happen in super slow motion. That, being struck by the car, was the last thing that I remember of the accident, before dying and immediately returning as Casper the ghost.

"Damn, I wish I knew the things then that I know now."

I know this is what everyone says, that it happened so fast, but it did. It really did happen fast. It happened too fast, faster than I could possibly process it, but that was when time slowed and everything happened in super slow motion. It was weird going from super fast motion to super slow motion and back again to real time. The funny thing is that I never felt any pain.

Even though I had no time to react, to jump out of the way, or to even brace myself, I watched it all happen in super slow motion. Nonetheless, when it was over, finally, I was instant road kill, a bloody tire smudge, and a human smear, on the highway of life that led to my road of death, devastation, and destruction. It was surreal seeing myself smeared all over the pavement.

"Nice tires, by the way. Continentals?" 

As if being chased by police, as if in a great hurry to get away and make good her escape, or to get wherever the Hell she was going in such a rush, my assassin, my murderer, the woman who killed me, didn't even stop or slow down.

"Hey! What's the rush? What's the hurry? What are you going to a fire? Slow down! Citizens arrest! Help! Hit and run driver! Stop the fucking car!"

Matter of fact, she sped up and drove even faster, as if driving right through me, which is what she did. She literally drove right through me. For a brief moment, in a gush of wind and in an instant of forceful energy pushing me, before the ensuing explosion of skin, bone, hair, blood, and clothes, I actually felt the car pass right through me, just before I felt nothing. It was a weird feeling, a sensation akin to having a giant tooth with foot long roots pulled at the dentist, only having your entire body pulled inside out and being yanked out of your skin through your bellybutton. I wondered if this is what it feels like being born.

"Yuck!"

It was a horrifically weird experience and I hope to God, I never feel anything like that again. Only, I suspect that, when the vast universe finally sucks me from this Earth, my last conscious sensation may feel a little bit like going through a black hole and being turned into spaghetti, while having my molecules ripped apart, before feeling like what I've already experienced being hit by this car and dying. First pushed and then pulled from life to death, yet, again, if that's what I have to look forward to, then it sucks being me and it sucks being a ghost.

I want my life back. It's not fair. I wasn't ready to die. I'm too young to die. I still had beer in the fridge to drink and I didn't even get a chance to check my lottery numbers.

"What's the number? Does anyone know?"

What does it matter? It doesn't matter now. With my luck, I probably had the winning ticket. Maybe my landlord will find it, check to see if it's a winner, and claim the jackpot. Good luck to him.

To my credit, I made a bloody mess of her new car. That will teach her to smash into someone and to explode me in the way that she did. How dare she do that to me? There were bits and pieces of me all over her windshield, her hood, her roof, and her bumper. Yet, when I looked down at myself, I was okay.

Still in one piece and feeling as fit as a fiddle, even the bit of arthritis that I had in my shoulder is gone. There I was, right there with her in her car and sitting beside her. This is too much. Wow! Feeling much like a super amusement ride at the amusement park, what a rush? Let's do it again, or maybe not.

The good part was that there was no need for me to wear a seatbelt anymore. I always hated those things, anyway. You'd think after making them for sixty years, they'd make them more comfortable. 

"Hello," I said looking over at her with my biggest and best smile.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she screamed. "Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh," I returned her scream, as if greeting her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she continued screaming.

She just kept on screaming, while driving. For the life of me, or is that the death of me, I thought she was going to have another accident.

"Watch the road," I said. "And for God's sakes, slow down, before you have another accident."

"Ahhhhhhhhh," was all she said, while looking over at me and driving at breakneck speed.

If I could have slapped her, I would have, but when I tried doing just that, my hand went right through her. Now that was a strange sensation having my hand pass right through a person.

"Funny running into you," I said trying my best to make light of a horrid situation. "Of course, it's the other way around with you running into me," I said turning forward to look out the windshield. 

Had I not been in shock, had I not been full of endorphins that made me feel good, calm, and relaxed, I'd never joke about being dead, especially with my hit and run killer sitting right there beside me. For sure, I'd be the one screaming and screaming at her. For sure, I'd be the one attempting to kill her, trying to make her crash, for what she did to me.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she continued screaming.

"Stop screaming. You're giving me a bloody headache," I said feeling bad for yelling at her, as soon as I did. "Just relax and take a breath and the both of us will get through this together. Okay?"

It was then that I realized she was naked? She wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes. Why was she naked? Is she a nudist? I've been driving for more than 10 years and I've never seen a nudist driving a car on the road before. Now that I think of it, other than those Internet porn sites, I've never seen a nudist.

"Okay," she said nodding her head in agreement. "I'm sorry for screaming. I'm okay. I just killed a man and now his apparition is sitting beside me in my car talking to me and making jokes."

Suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, I looked away and when I did, I couldn't help but notice the river of red blood and fleshy body parts of me that littered and painted her windshield red and stained her blue paintwork like so much spilt, sticky grape juice.

"Those wipers aren't helping matters much, are they? It's just smearing me all over your windshield. It's quite disconcerting to see my own eye ball staring back at me through your windshield. I really made quite the mess of your new car. I'm sorry. I had no idea there was so much blood in my body," I said watching my eyeball move back and forth with her wiper blades, as if my own eye was staring at me. Talk about disconcerting, that was just too weird.

Why was I apologizing to her? How the Hell fast was she going to explode me like that? I was literally in pieces. After seeing the horrid condition of my body and her car, I'm just glad that I didn't feel anything, except for feeling queasy seeing my bloody body parts, especially my eyeball, smeared all over her windshield.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God," she said. "I killed someone. I just killed you," she said turning to look at me. "Ahhhhhhhhh."

"Please be quiet. Please stop your screaming. There's a carwash the next exit," I said. "It's all automatic, you just put your money in the machine and the machine does the rest. I'd pay cash, if I were you, of course. I don't recommend you using your credit or debit card, for obvious reasons. Fortunately for you, there won't be anyone else getting their car washed at," I said looking at my non-existent wristwatch, before looking back at her. "What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock," she said shaking and looking, as if she was in shock, too, which she probably was, no doubt. After all, how often do you kill someone?

"My watch is stuck to your bumper, I'm afraid, with the rest of me. I dare say that I won't be needing a wristwatch anymore, anyway. It was a Timex, though, and I can't help but wonder if it's still ticking, after having taken a licking. Anyway, as I was saying about the car wash, there won't be anyone else getting their car washed this time of night, especially on a rainy night."

She took the next exit. 

"Where do I go from here?"

"It's there on the right."

Never having been here before, never having taken this exit, it was strange that I somehow knew an automatic carwash existed and which exit to take for it. I don't know how I knew, I just did. Maybe my new psychic phenomena has something to do with me being dead.

She pulled in and the car wash did the rest. The moving steel runners beneath her car even untangled my dead and mangled body and released me from her undercarriage. As she drove away, I turned in time to see myself in a crumpled mess so bloody still and awkwardly twisted. One arm and one leg was missing, probably left somewhere back there on the highway. The rest of me looked so dead.

With my head turned in an awkward position, it didn't even look like me; it was surreal seeing myself looking like that. I was such a bloody mess. I haven't look as bad, since I had the flu that turned into pneumonia. Imagine, I survived all of that for this. I never puked and shit so much in my life, as I did when I was so deathly ill with the flu, and then to have it turn into pneumonia was a double whammy, but nothing like this.

I couldn't wrap my brain around seeing my lifeless body and leaving myself behind, when I was there sitting in her car. Actually, as if losing my child at the mall, I felt the same unsettling, panicked feeling, when leaving myself behind. Wanting to go back, I wanted to have her pick me up and put my dead body in the backseat of her car. Weird.

"How can you just be so calm? I just killed you," she said looking at me, before watching the road. "Did it hurt?"

"Did it hurt? I don't remember, actually. I'm still in shock, obviously. It hasn't registered, yet," I said looking at her. She was pretty, but not pretty enough for me not to hate her for what she did to me. I looked at her with a face full of resentment. "You could, at least, say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry," she said returning my look. "Only, I don't understand why you're here."

"Duh? Obviously, I'm a ghost. I'm your ghost and I'm haunting you for killing me. Boo."

"This can't be happening. I don't believe in ghosts," she said looking at me again, before paying more attention to the road. "You're naked," she said looking down at my penis. "Why are you naked?"

"I dunno, but I could ask you the same thing," I said staring at her tits.

"Oh, God," she said looking down at herself. "I am naked. With all that just happened, I didn't realize, I mean, I forgot. Stop staring at me, you letch," she said.

"Sorry," I said. "So, why are you naked," I asked again.

"I was invited to a Nude Day party. Everyone was to be naked, all my friends, only, I couldn't show my body like that. I've never been naked in public before and I'd be so embarrassed, so I stripped off my clothes in the car, as a way for me to get used to the idea of being naked, before attending the party. Otherwise, I wouldn't go. Otherwise, I couldn't go through with it. Otherwise, once I got there, I'd chicken out, turn around, leave, and go home."

"And you've been drinking?"

"I had a couple. Yeah. I did. I needed the courage to get naked."

"So, why didn't you just decline the invitation?" I looked over at her tits. She had nice tits, a B cup with puffy pink areolas and a shaved pussy.

"Because I didn't want to be the prude and the one always left out of the fun activities. I'm tired of being the maiden wallflower. I wanted to be accepted for once," she said looking over and giving me a longer look. "Lonely and hoping to meet a nice guy, I wanted to have a good time, even if it meant having casual sex with someone, something I've yet to experience." 

"Pay attention to the road," I said grabbing at the wheel, but feeling nothing but air. "You don't want to kill someone else, yourself, or me again, now do you?"

It was then that I wondered if I can be killed again. I wondered, now that I'm dead, can't I be killed, again? Maybe, as a ghost, if I was killed again, I'd become something else, but what? Or, maybe once you're dead, you're dead. I dunno. As I did in life, even in death, I still had questions.

I should have been given a handbook or something, when I died. Shouldn't there be a Guardian Angel helping me, advising me, and guiding me to make the transition from life to death? With my luck, my Guardian Angel is on vacation or busy helping someone else. Definitely, I should have been debriefed by someone. Hey, it isn't like I die every day. As I didn't know what's going on in life, I don't have a clue what's going on in death.

"I can't believe I killed you. I can't believe you're dead. I can't believe you're sitting here now beside me as a ghost, my own personal ghost." She said looking straight ahead, before looking at me with tears running down her cheeks. "I never saw you. I was busy texting."

"We've never actually introduced ourselves. I'm Paul and you are?"

I reached over to shake her hand, but her hand went right through mine.

"I'm Andrea, but my friends call me Andy. Oh, God, oh, God," she said again, while looking at me and withdrawing he hand, as if she had just touched something slimy. She was hyperventilating.

"Take a breath. Relax. It's nice to meet you, Andrea," I said not knowing what else to say, especially when I wanted to say, I wish I had never met you.

"Please, call me Andy, if you'd like. It's the least I can have you do, since I killed you, that is, if you think of me as a friend."

"If it's any consolation, Andy, if I met you, while still alive, I'd hit on you. You're pretty hot," I said looking down and leering at her nakedness.

"I'm so embarrassed," she said putting her forearm across her breasts and driving one handed.

"Don't be. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You have a very lovely body," I said this time looking straight ahead, instead of leering at her. Damn, for a killer, she was hot.

We arrived at our destination and there were a lot of naked people milling around outside. The house was at the end of a long road and was very private. There had to be a hundred naked people there at this Nude Day party.

"I can't go in there. I'm naked. Everyone will see me. I can't get out of the car. I'm going to turn around and go home," she said.

"Don't be foolish, Andy, this is just the thing you need to put aside the fact that you just killed me. Besides, it will give you a good alibi should you be questioned by police about the fatal hit and run accident, later. The more people who see you here, the better."

She parked the car, got out, and walked up the drive to the front door. The house was jam packed with naked people. Definitely, with all these naked people drinking and doing drugs, no doubt, they'll be some heavy sex happening later tonight, that's for sure.

As soon as we entered, two guys approached her, one grabbed her ass and another grabbed her tit, while both of them grabbed her by each wrist and filled her hands with their cocks, before she got her wits about her and pulled away from them. It got me excited to see two guys groping her and abusing her like that. It made me wish that I could grope her like that, too. Yet, what the Hell was that about? This is a Nude Day party, not a Sex Day party. It's difficult for guys to make the delineation, when seeing a hot, naked woman.

There were hot, young naked people everywhere. It made me wish I was still alive. It made me wish I could still get a boner. I looked down and I had a ghostly erection. Wow. I wonder if I can still cum?

Two naked women approached Andy.

"Andy, who's your new, hot boyfriend?"

"Huh? Oh," said Andy turning around and looking at me, before looking down at my erection. "This is Paul," she said looking at me again with confusion, before looking at me with a sudden consciousness of realization.

"Hi Paul," they both said in unison.

"Hi ladies," giving them my best sexy smile.

Andy took my arm and dragged me away from them to an isolated corner.

"I thought you were dead," she said sounding surprised, but not looking surprised.

There was something going on here. Something wasn't right. Only, I didn't know what it was.

"I am dead. You killed me. Remember? We left my body at the car wash."

"I thought you were a ghost, but you're not a ghost. Everyone can see you."

"I am a ghost."

"Then, why can everyone see you?"

"I dunno. It must be because I'm so sexually excited. Maybe it's a hormonal thing and the testosterone is so powerful that it even overrides death, which would explain why so many unearth dead men have erections."

"They do not," she said laughing. "You're making that up. Dead men don't talk and dead men don't have erections."

"Okay, I did make that up, but I am dead and I am a ghost. Yet, this dead man is not only talking but also has an erection and I figure, since you were the death of me, you owe me."

"Owe you? What do you mean owe you? What do I owe you?"

I looked down at my cock and she looked where I was looking.

"Sex. At the very least, you owe me sex. I want sex," I said taking her hand and putting it on my erection.

Okay," she said filling her hand with my cock. "Why not," she said. "That's why I attended this Nude Day party was to have casual and random sex with some guy. I just didn't know it would be with a ghost of a guy."

Gently she started stroking me, before she leaned into me and kissed me, French kissed me, while I fondled her magnificent breasts and fingered her pink, puffy nipples.

"Suck it, Andy. Give me a blowjob," I said whispering in her ear, while pushing down on her shoulder, as she fell to her knees.

What the Hell, I figured, everyone else in the room was having sex, why not us? At this point in time, it was the natural thing to do.

As soon as she took my cock in her mouth, I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. Never have I received such a deadly blowjob. Something that couldn't be put on a resume, for sure, but this girl has skills.




A Naked Woman Killed Me On Nude Day



"Come on," she said standing up and taking me by the hand. "I'm going to show you the way."

"What do you mean show me the way?"

"I didn't realize it, until I got here. I didn't realize it, until now. I didn't know, until, suddenly, everything feels, as if I've done all of this before, de ja vu."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't know when I accidentally killed you, but everyone here, you and even me, are dead. We're all dead and we're all ghosts. I died in that car accident with you, which is why we were naked, why we were both naked. It's ironic that the man that I never met in life, I finally met in death," she said pushing me back on the bed, before fucking my brains out and making me cum over and again.

This ghost stuff isn't bad. For sure, the first time I'm celebrating Nude Day, this is the best sex that I've ever had with a woman dead or alive. Just as I've never had a partner in life, now I have one in death. Andy and I are a couple, until...the next step do we part.

"Happy Nude Day."